"He'd forgotten how to keep his head from popping off in outer space. Why was he here again?" ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Dealing with Blue, a young adult romance.
"He ordered a large side of feeling and the avoidance maneuver roll since they were sharing a can of love." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Dealing with Blue, a young adult romance.
"It meant something good when it was over. I need my space." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Dealing with Blue, a YA love story with small town fun.
The Ford Taurus was the most boring car I could think of. This selection of doodles are all just ink on paper, applied with a brush. The black circle behind the cats was Sharpie. I had a design back there, decided I super-hated-it, and then screwed the whole thing up. Ah well. The cats are still okay.
They'd get in your Fridge at 3 A.M. Sharp. They'd take the lids off of your Brickle-of-Bart. Anything, everything, that had a cover, would get robbed at night by a lid singing brother.
I like doodling these self-portraits. They are the drawing utility drawing themselves, I just the conduit between the pen, pencil, or brush, drawing the way they see themselves. This is a Sharpie...