I’ve been wanting to post the last of the scans I made from the purple sketchbook, but this has been the first chance in awhile.
The wife is sick with a fever – in bed since before I got home at 4 today.
Ida and Mae are asleep in their new bunkbed – complete with kitten stickers from its previous little girls. Mine somehow didn’t notice the stickers until I pointed them out when I got home today. I could see their little wheels turning – fun.
Charlotte, with a crusty runny nose and a light fever herself, just fell asleep in my arms watching loud standup clips on YouTube.
Tomorrow, I will know what’s happening tomorrow – whether Jo will be napping and nursing through Thanksgiving while I make food (?!) or if she will have triumphed against her body’s enemies and my belly.
For now, I’m going to relax. Alone-ish.
This guy. You know – that character actor who always plays the heavy. In my head.
I should finish an image one of these days. Seriously. All of these could be real drawings, but they’re not really – they’re kind of like sketches of drawings instead. What the hell.
I like this guy’s face. It got pretty sculptural for me. I wanna touch his nose.
And… Oh shit – this guy? I fuckun love this guy! Blobby muthafucka! Shit.
I like drawing weird little dudes. Nothing is new.