
These orchids refused to die for three weeks after my mom got them.


When I was drawing this lady a man across from me, sitting almost next to her asked if he could see it. Naturally I said no, as I hadn't made the most attractive representation of her. A man next to me, seeing that I was open to conversation after I responded to the other man, remarked that I had not made her face "horsey enough", calling attention to the fact that I was drawing her, and insisting that I make her plainer and "horsier". I love public transit.



Some studies from my trip to the Legion of Honor.

The Blues Festival. I killed my ears standing infront of a speaker so I could draw this guy. The shirtless dancing man gave me a candy bar.

This guys hands were all over this woman and wasn't paying attention to the performance at all. She was.

In the bottom right picture Jake made a face and I told him he could do it if he could hold it. So he tried, but Uncle Leo was bothering him the whole time to make him move.

The last page of my sketchbook, blurred out some sentimental stuffs I put in there.