Every year there is an event called the World Naked Bike Ride. People ride bikes while nude through cities and curios onlookers rush out to capture the moment on social media.
It’s quite popular in Portland.
Years ago when I belonged to a major fitness center, I learned that men’s locker rooms are basically just large humid areas where old men enjoy hanging out naked together. Just hanging out. Literally. Talking and telling stories. Naked. I never understood it.
Here are a few random sketches from the last few months. Notice the fine smearing in the ink. And people wonder why I switched to digital illustration.
Two untrustworthy individuals walk through the shadows plotting something evil. Or maybe they’re just out for a nice stroll.
This eccentric character loves browsing online dating profiles and swiping until all profiles have been swept. Such is love in the 21st Century.
Here’s a quick piece I did. My take on Superman. Tried to play around and get something different out of the character.
Here’s a sketch of a sketchy character running a sketchy late night talk show about some sketchy topics.
Maybe this pilot should stop browsing the inter webs and watch where her ship is going.
This guy has a hard time hearing. Speak up.
Self portraits were a common project in high school art class. I started doing them again, at least a couple times a year. Here is this year’s entry.