Growth

But not the tumor-y kind with hair and teeth. The branch-y kind with scales, feathers, and beaks!

Never doing what I'm supposed to be doing...

...whether it's updating this sketch blog on a (semi-)daily basis, or paying attention in Biochem recitations. An older sketch and, sigh, a symptom of the reason why I did not get an A in that class.

Getting a Handle on Things

Sometimes the simple, functional details can be quite beautiful. And this is not a pity compliment I'm doling out just because I feel bad for under-appreciated furniture appendages. But seriously, have you thanked your dresser knobs today? It's a tough task they perform: they're groped and yanked daily by your clammy, greasy hands - yet they nary utter a complaint. And it is precisely because of this that I am able to get dressed each morning. How would I access my unjustifiably large collection of Threadless shirts if I had to listen to some glorified woodchip whine about it the whole time? I wouldn't, that's how. So I say this to you, dresser drawer knobs: Thank you. Thank you for being such doormats. (Not that I am trying to slight doormats in any way... I hold both parties in the highest regard. Really.)

In other blog related news: I've decided to keep an archive of older sketches to post up when I don't have the time to draw new ones... hopefully this will keep my posting more consistent!

BrainMap

Self-propagating explosion of fine-tip felt pens on paper. My eyes nearly dropped of their sockets while I was drawing this at 4am, but I couldn't stop. Is this what my thoughts look like? I could it imagine it to be so. A writhing plague of color, boundlessly spreading. Pure aesthetic release. This thing is obviously out for evil - mind your children.