A little collection of jolly optical-scribblage. Drawn using hands, and occasionally knees. But we don't talk about that.
 
   
     
 
This is my balloonular slave. He's attached to a balloon to stop him running off.  
     
 
He requires MORE. Penguins shall do his bidding.  
     
 
Some chickens develop sooner than others. Others grow massive arms. Not really, that's bullshit.  
     
 
He's a jester. He's majestic. You could call him the majester! But you shouldn't, because that's a really lame thing to call him and if you do I will cut out your eyes and crawl into the sockets so I can live in your face for the rest of eternity.  
     
 
They are ants. All of them. You are not.  
     
 
This is an upper sir. It was once accompanied by a lower sir. Now it isn't. No questions.  
     
 

A sketch of Julian Smithies, Head Julian of himself. It's a simple title but he's proud of it.

  
     
 
It's true. You can't.
  
     
 
Drawn at a fancy restaraunt. The occasion being the first time my parents remembered their wedding anniversary. Ever. My Dad's friend Stew had to be assured that this was not a drawing of him. This was odd seeing as Stew doesn't resemble this picture in any way. Oh but he is a nice man.
 
     
 
What an adorable chap. Ok, I have NOTHING to say about this guy. I think I drew him in a car.
 
     
    

My word. What a spot of bother.

    

    
     
 
I can't remember why, but I've been meaning to draw a guy with his head thrown back and holding a frog for years. And then I did. Goodo. Though I think I was once inclined to make the frog on fire... I'm beginning to feel I don't have normal thinking patterns.
  
     
 

like a picture from a child's storybook gone horribly wrong. I was attempting to do a drawing for someone's birthday. The someone was a girl, meaning I had to go for cute, and try not to make it too weird. I was going alright with a tomato plant with cute little faces, but I get the feeling things started to go off course when I decided on the gigantic pulsating rotting head coughing up seeds across the landscape, settling into the ground and making fetal looking baby tomato plants. The hummingbirds didn't cutesy it up either.  Maybe since they were attacking the head and causing it to bleed sap. Thankfully this abomination is still acceptable for the web.

  
     
 
Look at that little chap. All cute and sad and drawn using a 0.2 fine liner... Aaaawww... I'm not sure what the hell he is though. He looks like he should be a member of the insectivore family (shrews, moles, hedgehogs, etc) but he has those frigging ears! Nothing exists like that!!! YOU LITTLE FREAK!!!!! AAAAUUUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  
     
 
Look, I don't know what this guy is. I was at a restaraunt and I was waiting for my food to arrive.