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Hello 2020! The madness resumes.

A mistake I’m sure we’ll all be able to relate to, heheheh.

Thinking ahead, as you do.

Even if it is (in my case at the least) just doodling away to the point of allsorts in the hopes it’ll make at least one person a) happy b) perked or c) amused, do good and be good in wake of the current shitstorms in the making. More for another day...

Because two heads are better or worse than none.

Overheard the title for this while out with some friends this past weekend. Fun times so they were...

Friday night’s alright for creating...

If you see what I did here with the title then sharp eyes, you have...

I know it’s a little early to start thinking about the next decade, but I needed the inspiration...

For believers in everything spiritual and all that jazz.

Me and a few close friends in a cryptic nutshell.

Samhuinn thoughts and reflections...

One for the mindless...

Musing on allsorts.

Friday nights make good gig nights. This was inspired by one such event that happened not too long ago. :)

Says it all and yet, nothing.

Colored pencil and mixed media

Something regarding seasonal changes.

I’ve encountered an awful lot of reprobates in my life so far. This piece is dedicated to a particular group of them...

During the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, I'm inundated with flyers. A bit of a burden to some, but in my case they have their uses...

Inspired by a very drum and music heavy weekend that's just left us. Cracking times had by all I'd say!

The madnesses conspired, and this was the result.

Taking some inspiration from Robert Louis Stevenson whilst throwing in a touch of my own madness too!

Another song for dreams.

A little o' this, a little o' that. All on 8.5X11 heavy white card stock. Some colored pencil. Using photoshop only to render contrast, no other manipulation.

Colored pencil, sharpies, tech pen. 8.5x11 heavy white cardstock.

I cut up one lyric, and then another...and then, booyah!

Of all the dreams I’ve had in my life, the one I had back in July of 2007 as a 14 year old seems to have stuck somewhere in my memory the longest. It involved some airy-fairy death and rebirth of the world and it all got very 2001-sy real quick. Here’s a retelling of that story...ish.