INKtober day twenty two


Growing up there was a whole lot of construction in my neighborhood and not a lot of parental supervision. I’ve sat in and climbed all over more construction vehicles and concrete pipes than a person who’s never had to wear an orange vest should be able to claim. Also abandoned houses and apartment complexes were playgrounds for infinite exploration and epic games of hide and seek. As an adult I shudder to think of all the danger and harm that could have wrapped itself around us, but it makes for interesting memories at the very least.

The kids are out of their time out box and they aim to misbehave in some place they have no business playing.

INKtober day twenty one


Took a break from the Papercut Kids to whip up a bad Dave Grohl likeness.

Check this out.

Watched this the other night and was so… listen, you guys. I’m gonna admit something to you. I’m not musical. When I physically approach musical instruments small children cry and I can’t carry a tune if it had handles, but watching this show made me even more envious of the people that can make music WAY better than I can draw cartoons. I also have a severe addiction into peering into other creative processes that is only rivaled by my skittery, jittering addiction to the socially accepted drug of choice of millions, coffee.

Sweet, sweet coffee…

So, for my money, I’m in for the duration of Sonic Highways and if by some strange happenstance you’ve landed on this post and are reading these words and you love the blues and punk rock then track down the first episode. It’s well worth your time.

Now, where’s my coffee…

INKtober day nineteen. wanna fight about it?


When I was a kid it always felt like the group of kids you ran with would be friends forever, even if those friendships only lasted a couple of weeks or a summer or even through the crucible of high school. That coupled with a steady diet of tv and movies that held loyalty and friend-based PG-rated violence at a premium and we had a neighborhood of kids quick to react at the slightest provocation.

That’s this entry. Dumb kids. If one’s in trouble, they’ll all coming running.

INKtober day eighteen


I was on the F train the other day, middle of the day, and there was a young woman whose face was painted up in this Dia de los Muertos face make up. It was after comic con and she was dressed like she was going to go, I don’t know, grocery shopping or something as equally prosaic. The make up was great, though, and she was just doing her thing. So in keeping with the masks motif here’s Jessie, a young girl who really does her own thing, whatever it may be, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

The Papercut Kids and Facebook


Just a quick non-INKtober post. So these kids you’ve been seeing running around the INKtober posts and in the previous posts from a couple of years ago are characters of mine that I’ve been slowly building a story around. It’s gotten to the point that I should be deciding on the publishing route, self or through another company, stuff like that. In the meantime I’ve set up a Facebook page to slow roll this idea out to the world. So feel free to click HERE to take a look and like the page.

Thanks and have a great weekend!

INKtober day seventeen


Halloween is bearing down on us and I’ve got an itch to draw masks in whatever variation I can think of. While I’m not a big fan of the series (its long since having gotten long in the tooth) and I shudder at it’s jingoistic overtones there’s something intrinsically cool about this spot..

I like the idea of everything not having an inherent moral value. That whatever it is that you come across should be seen as neutral until its employed by whomever and then that’s when its imbued with purpose. Good, bad or indifferent. Jason Voorhies’ mask is a symbol of otherworldly terror and the same hockey mask on the ice is a tool for protection.

Just some dim bulb philosophy to usher in the weekend.