No sleep. Death is all can think of. Sweet, adorable, cuddly death.
More from old sketch books ...
Sketch of my cat.
Line study becomes odd Vulcan-like guy.
Some sort of Kabuki villain, maybe? I have no idea.
Um ... yeah.
I want to believe.
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Watercolor-Sketches from when I was 18
Digging through boxes recently excavated from the tombs of my past I dusted off a sketchbook from when I was 18 years old.
Here are a few of the watercolor sketches ...
Here are a few of the watercolor sketches ...
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Sketches from when I was 18.
Digging through boxes recently excavated from the tombs of my past I dusted off a sketchbook from when I was 18 years old.
Here are a few of its worthless treasures...
Here are a few of its worthless treasures...
From a magazine page, drawn freehand.
Atomic Dog. Re-drawn freehand.
Sketched on LSD.
I always wished for a best friend just like this.
The Bubblemen. (Look them up.)
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