Sketches

Disclaimer: I do not claim to be good at this.

I scratched this one out in bed late one night when I was highly distraught.

I drew this on a notepad with a dull pencil at a party at Joey's camp, as my friends played cribbage. Thanks to Joey, unsightly looseleaf and fold lines have been edited out of this image.

With J. Englishman's song by that name stuck in my head, I entitled this sketch 'Staring at the Sun.' This is a semi-abstract self-portrait, representing the fact that at the time, I felt as if I was looking up in life, away from the darkness of Earth in the present and into the vast, ever-changing sky of the future.

I drew this for the front of a birthday card I made for my online friend, Steph. It's supposed to be her - based almost purely on description. At the time, her bangs were blue.

I don't know what the hell this is. I started with the eye and it just went from there.

I doodled this corny self-portrait into my Accounting workbook during the first semester of twelfth grade. I'm especially proud of that hair.

A lame attempt to cartoonify myself when I had that bright red hair with the black strip in the front, and had first gotten my studded collar. Check out my left arm; no way could it bend at that angle unless my shoulder was dislocated.

Road Hog Junior, perhaps?

I dubbed this character Crackhead. Crackhead appears non-gender-specific, and it could be, but it's always been a girl in my eyes. And I love her.

This captures - and, obviously, exaggerates - me in my adolescent dirtbag phase. This was also on the back of my History notebook. Take note of the high-tech diagram of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers in the lower left corner.

This is the best of the many, many similar sketches I have of this dude, drawn in the back of my History notebook during free time at the end of a period. I screwed up on his bike this time around.

I drew this in the car one afternoon while my mom was getting groceries. She keeps the paper copy on the side of the fridge.

This is a rough representation of me if I am forced to wake up at 7 a.m. I would be doing exceptionally well to have any clothes on by that hour, but if by some chance I were dressed, I probably would have chosen an outfit as vomit-inducing as the one depicted.

I drew this in around the fifth grade, with pencil crayons, during that phase little girls often pass through in which they love horses. Please forgive the terrible job I did then of cutting it into an oval.

She was the only semi-decent one of a collection of cartoon people I scrawled all over a 12"x11" sheet of copy paper; though, her hands, cane, purse, feet, and midsection are sloppy. Check out the claws!

I doodled this in eighth grade, during a dull telephone call.

	I scratched this one out in bed late one night when I was highly distraught.
	I drew this on a notepad with a dull pencil at a party at Joey's camp, as my friends played cribbage. Thanks to Joey, unsightly looseleaf and fold lines have been edited out of this image.
	With J. Englishman's song by that name stuck in my head, I entitled this sketch 'Staring at the Sun.' This is a semi-abstract self-portrait, representing the fact that at the time, I felt as if I was looking up in life, away from the darkness of Earth in the present and into the vast, ever-changing sky of the future.
	I drew this for the front of a birthday card I made for my online friend, Steph. It's supposed to be her - based almost purely on description. At the time, her bangs were blue.
	I don't know what the hell this is. I started with the eye and it just went from there.
	I doodled this corny self-portrait into my Accounting workbook during the first semester of twelfth grade. I'm especially proud of that hair.
	A lame attempt to cartoonify myself when I had that bright red hair with the black strip in the front, and had first gotten my studded collar. Check out my left arm; no way could it bend at that angle unless my shoulder was dislocated.
	Road Hog Junior, perhaps?
	I dubbed this character Crackhead. Crackhead appears non-gender-specific, and it could be, but it's always been a girl in my eyes. And I love her.
	This captures - and, obviously, exaggerates - me in my adolescent dirtbag phase. This was also on the back of my History notebook. Take note of the high-tech diagram of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers in the lower left corner.
	This is the best of the many, many similar sketches I have of this dude, drawn in the back of my History notebook during free time at the end of a period. I screwed up on his bike this time around.
	I drew this in the car one afternoon while my mom was getting groceries. She keeps the paper copy on the side of the fridge.
	This is a rough representation of me if I am forced to wake up at 7 a.m. I would be doing exceptionally well to have any clothes on by that hour, but if by some chance I were dressed, I probably would have chosen an outfit as vomit-inducing as the one depicted.
	I drew this in around the fifth grade, with pencil crayons, during that phase little girls often pass through in which they love horses. Please forgive the terrible job I did then of cutting it into an oval.
	She was the only semi-decent one of a collection of cartoon people I scrawled all over a 12"x11" sheet of copy paper; though, her hands, cane, purse, feet, and midsection are sloppy. Check out the claws!
	I doodled this in eighth grade, during a dull telephone call.