This was one of the first few comics I ever drew. It took some convincing to post this up… To explain, this was right after I moved to Cincinnati, Ohio from Kansas City, Kansas. I think the date was actually[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ok, so, this was made.. Uh… The summer after my senior year of high school? I had tossed around the idea of becoming a comic book writer and got towards the end of this and decided that full books were[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Before you try to tell me that this didn’t happen, I promise that I wouldn’t have drawn this comic if it hadn’t. If you still don’t believe me, ask my co-workers. I still have the knack to make my coffee[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ah, yes… The LL building at Arizona State University. For some strange reason, somebody decided to put a bell in it, and if you happened to be late to class, it would blast your ears like you were in high[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I used to like to meditate in the Secret Garden inside the Dixie-Gammage hall, back before teachers started bringing their students into the area, and it was no longer a secret. This was a comic expressing my general frustration in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Enter Mikey (based on my good friend, Michael Moore – not the director dude). He was the only guy I knew that I could get away with doing this to.
First and foremost, I am an artist. I will always be an artist. Art will always come before fame for me. That being said, this is an illustration on.. Well, lots of things. There’s a lot of emphasis placed on[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I love me my Cocoa Puffs. They’re my favourite cereal. One day I realised that they crackle plip similarly to Rice Krispies. It was a very exciting day indeed.
I don’t mind people protesting for things they believe in, really I don’t. What bugs me is when I can’t figure out what the hell they’re protesting about. The signs clearly stated that they were standing up for Unborn Women’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
A black spot on the horizon, as defined by my friend Regen, is a person wearing all black. As one formerly of the goth/punk “group,” they kind of stand out on my visual perimeters. We used to call it out[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…