Time is a thief and my passion is a monster.

Yes, the days slip by, becoming weeks and months.  There’s so many things I want to draw and stories I want to share, but my minutes of free time are few and I’m tired.  Nevertheless, it’s impossible to ignore desire , as nagging and vicious as it can be, and once in a while I still manage to get a little something on paper.

Here’s my little friend.  I thought he came out looking neat.  Someone else told me he’s scary, and one other said he was cute.

Exorcise goal for the new year.

The longer I go between drawings, the more it starts to really bug me.

2016 was the most-unproductive year, artistically-speaking, that I can remember.  It had a lot to do with where I am in life, what’s going on, and a reevaluation of what I want to do with my art.

All you can do is keep working, though, right?  Here’s to a new year, with new plans, ambitions, and new drawings.  Gotta work out those demons before they eat you up from the inside…