sketchbook

May any aliens watching us worthy folks take us somewhere not so disease-riddled.

...versus what? Who knows.

Wednesday wind-down time! Took a wander to my local coffee shop and came back with this. A job well done I’d say :)

It gets weird in Bleu's world most times, and for that I regret absolutely nothing.

Visual jamming, nothing new here! Also, hello February.

Last night's Wednesday wind-down.

My process in a nutshell, more or less!

Hello 2020! The madness resumes.

Because two heads are better or worse than none.

Friday night’s alright for creating...

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

Me and a few close friends in a cryptic nutshell.

One for the mindless...

Another song for dreams.

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

I overheard the term ‘feeding the muse’ after what felt like an age and two halves at some point this week, so I figured I’d utilise it as a source of inspiration (and corrupt it in the name of art) somehow...

Sequel time.

Another half-assed attempt at doing SOMETHING "underground- like". Meh. Magic marker on sketchbook paper. (I still like the name, though.) Late 70's...

Ripped from the pages of my School Of Visual Arts sketchbook and pasted onto black cardboard . Late 1980's....probably 1989.

Magic marker, sketchbook. 1970's

Markers on sketchbook paper. 1970's. Thought I was going become the next Robert Crumb. Oh well...

Markers on sketchbook paper. Late 70's early 80's...

Something spontaneous(ish), as usual.

Colored pencil dreaming