Illustrator, designer, cartoonist, podcaster, sociopath, geek.
I was six or seven years old. It was summer-ish. My dad was either working, on a business trip, or a guy’s weekend trip. Just me and my mom. She had made dinner for me. Pork chops, fried potatoes, peas and apple sauce. I still own the dishes she served them on. It’s still a …
Drawn in pen, inked by phone
Return of the post-it!
A quick and dirty Silver Surfer under the wire to celebrate Jack Kirby’s 98th birthday today, requested by Joe G.
Heavy reference. Heavy. Reference. I’m feelin’ like a Greg Land today.
