A diary comic about "The War on Drugs". This one feels sadly relevant in a news cycle where the current administration is pretending to care about "narcoterrorists" while planning to loot Venezuela.
December 4, 2025 at 2:10 PM
A diary comic about "The War on Drugs". This one feels sadly relevant in a news cycle where the current administration is pretending to care about "narcoterrorists" while planning to loot Venezuela.
"Success" by an unknown author. (Some parts of the internet insist that it's Milton Berle, randomly enough.) The artwork was sketched out at the MFA Boston. A good chunk of the imagery was swiped from Japanese prints, but some of it came from the garden outside.
November 26, 2025 at 11:32 AM
"Success" by an unknown author. (Some parts of the internet insist that it's Milton Berle, randomly enough.) The artwork was sketched out at the MFA Boston. A good chunk of the imagery was swiped from Japanese prints, but some of it came from the garden outside.
A diary comic about the miscellaneous little things that were going on in my life at the moment. I'm basically clearing out the junk drawer with this comic.
November 19, 2025 at 11:34 AM
A diary comic about the miscellaneous little things that were going on in my life at the moment. I'm basically clearing out the junk drawer with this comic.
I occasionally like to draw along to old YouTube uploads of The Joy of Painting With Bob Ross. My friend Jack Giaour was nice enough to compose a poem for one of the resulting watercolors.
November 14, 2025 at 1:48 PM
I occasionally like to draw along to old YouTube uploads of The Joy of Painting With Bob Ross. My friend Jack Giaour was nice enough to compose a poem for one of the resulting watercolors.
I went to a Vincent Van Gogh exhibition at the MFA Boston a few months ago. For whatever reason, I found myself sketching a bunch of hands in the various portraits.
I found an old, vaguely-moralistic children's poem about hands in some public domain verse compilation. It seemed to fit well enough.
November 4, 2025 at 11:15 AM
I went to a Vincent Van Gogh exhibition at the MFA Boston a few months ago. For whatever reason, I found myself sketching a bunch of hands in the various portraits.
I found an old, vaguely-moralistic children's poem about hands in some public domain verse compilation. It seemed to fit well enough.