Brainstormed for my collage piece with a couple of sketches… Channeled my inner-Wharhol, then pulled a Matisse on the skin-colour sitch. Either that or Old Gregg. Let’s all agree that my eyebrows should never be turquoise.

Exploring paper updates.

I waited on Ross’ third-floor as cables gently whirred behind the elevator doors. To the left of every set of doors is a panel that can only be likened to shutter shades; it is backlit and a ring plays when that elevator will be the next to arrive. To the right of every set of doors is a floor length mirror. Like this:

As I’m sure nearly every Ross elevator-user is wont to do, I put myself in front of the mirror to study myself while I waited. And as soon as the doors opened, I realized that I had just done the following.

I had moved myself out of the way of the doors (and thereby a potential out-goer’s way) without thinking! My ego had nudged me to the left just a couple of feet, and someone had designed it so. Cool.

p.s. FiftyThree never ceases to amaze. Sketched these up on their new phone app, and am still mid-exploration of the new iPad-version features.

Drawing stages of solo mermaid-party invite.

A full doodles update… I’m bad about regular upkeep… But this should work. Writing a short piece soon too, when I’ve got a moment to breathe (not for about a week…)

Max told me to draw cats.