"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning."
- T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"
It's been a long minute since my last post...apologies. And to the kind visitors that comment and support and even passer bys thanks a million. Here is to a great new year and blessings to you all!!!
i am your belly booger. i likey your belly...it is nice and moist. i am an amalgam of things that is "belly." i know when you are hungry, happy, disturbed etc... you only evict me say...once a month what a shame...i thought we were better friends. thanks for the uni belly brow.
These are images for a recent freelance gig. The illustrations are about a strange love affair between a man and a fortune teller that contracted scabies. Their "7 year itch" became some twisted love affair.
ol dude, mo fugin shakespearin dude, friggin beatnik somethin, m-o-u-s-frizzle frazzle dude, full o' grill dude, cracked up egg face guy. sketches for practicin like.