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“It is nighttime. There are trees.Trees filled with eyes, and dying men.A kind of bird, hiding its face behind white gloves.Something falls from a great height.And puts a smile on the moon.”

— Bob Schofield

“It is nighttime. There are trees.
Trees filled with eyes, and dying men.
A kind of bird, hiding its face behind white gloves.
Something falls from a great height.
And puts a smile on the moon.”

Bob Schofield

Sketch of a tree on my street. Most of the time I get intensely self-conscious drawing outside in public which ruins the fun.

Sketch of a tree on my street. Most of the time I get intensely self-conscious drawing outside in public which ruins the fun.

Pickles.

Pickles.

I’ve been waking up early in the morning to work on my master’s thesis. This is good, I’m getting a lot of work done. I’ve never been good at relaxing, and now my evenings are my own without feelings of guilt.
Unfortunately, a lot of nights I’m too tired to do much drawing. I’ve started a bunch of things and not finished them. Here is some stuff copied from Osamu Tezuka’s Dorigo. These copy exercises seem to keep me drawing when I’m not getting much done otherwise.

I’ve been waking up early in the morning to work on my master’s thesis. This is good, I’m getting a lot of work done. I’ve never been good at relaxing, and now my evenings are my own without feelings of guilt.

Unfortunately, a lot of nights I’m too tired to do much drawing. I’ve started a bunch of things and not finished them. Here is some stuff copied from Osamu Tezuka’s Dorigo. These copy exercises seem to keep me drawing when I’m not getting much done otherwise.

Prologue to some comics about birds.

Red-winged blackbird, watercolour.

Red-winged blackbird, watercolour.

Chickadee, watercolour.

Chickadee, watercolour.