trampling out the vintage



Technically a done piece, waiting for ink to dry.

Michael (from our UTVG-verse), an archangel, as he appeared to St Sorrows before a seizure. He's been on a bender since 1865. But he's sober here.

sketch roundup


Ean is unamused, but has a sweet jacket.



Art is making worried faces, as usual.



I started drawing Art, and of course somehow it turned into Sam Winchester because I was watching Supernatural...

disorganized schizophrenia


I will get better about posting things once finals are over, promise.

portfolio self portrait wip


I don't know what I'll do with the background yet.

The view from Kate's apartment.



It's aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!



I'm resurrecting the blog after a long, long, year-long hiatus/forgetting to post.

Here's the thing-- I rarely use my dA anymore. Why? Because I don't like to post "doodles" on my dA. I like to post finished stuff, like comics pages, etc. But very rarely do I ever do finished illustrationy-pieces anymore.

So, yeah. This is the place for drawings in limbo-- not finished enough to post on dA, but finished enough to see the world.

canananada catch up.

WHOOAAAA. It's been a long time since I posted. I apologize.

First, I got swamped with school. Papers, essays, finals, they suck the life out of me. Then, as soon as I was done with school and a sweet mini-comic that can be currently found on my dA called "Daniel Dreams of Crows", I was packing and going on a train to Ontario! 12 hours. After the first 4 hours, I was ready to die.

TCAF was amazing. Steph and Kate are awesome people, we met some awesome people...Paul Pope, Emmanuel Guibert, Michael Cho, Adrian Tomine, Liz Baillie, Nate Powell... Oh, and Toronto is a great city. I wouldn't mind living there or in the area (Kate is cringing across the border).

Anyway. Here's a big sketch dump from my trip.

Trying to keep up with Italian.

Fat Batman saves the day on train rides.

"Nobody's waving from between the bars at Kringsjø
or from the mines on 16"



We always need a little fucked-up Matt once in a while.

And angst-ridden Arthur.

Oh, an obligatory creepy mafia type.

pseudo-comics page

Um, yes, did I mention, the cabbage rolls Kate's mom made? Amazing.