The last good and serious funk I found myself in started the last week of 2012 when I was unfollowed on Twitter by someone I respect. For the following month and a half it was all I could think about. Having beers with friends? Bring your self doubt along! Have a great set? Sure, but…
I wrote this. New drawings next week.
Pants Part 3.
There are a hell of a lot of these stickers.
Pants Part 2
Set 2 of the pants stickers.
Pants Part 1.
I started drawing faux street art after a long run of meeting “street artists” who mostly came from upper class upbringings. Outside of a few years spent doing social work I’m not anything anyone should feel comfortable calling “street.” This are mostly me being goofy with the genre.
last time, higher quality, subtle irony still missing.