I realized this morning that it’s been quite some time (mid-January) since I’d uploaded anything. To clarify, I have been working—a six-day trip to New Orleans notwithstanding—but much of my average workday has been devoted to digital work, which doesn’t usually end up on this page. In order to demonstrate a pulse, I fall back on a favorite crutch of many a blogging illustrator: the sketchbook dump. I could tell you that all my sketches get this degree of finishing treatment, but that wouldn’t be entirely honest.
And so, presented chronologically (for no reason whatsoever):

Boxing shows up a lot in my sketchbooks. It’s a shame it will slowly fold to MMA; no gloves? no ropes? What do you draw there? These are time-honored clichés for illustrators!

Just read about how the traditionally male-dominated field of butchery is becoming more popular with the ladies.

This is included for the facial expression of the woman: pure maneater. Steer clear.

And now, here at Tall Tales: objectifying women!

Something about Jay-Z/rap beefs/I don’t really know.

If you are a draw-er, and you haven’t drawn a map in a while, I’d highly recommend it. painted when I should’ve been packing better footwear for NOLA.

It’s not all gouache here, folks, because gouache doesn’t travel well. Above, travel drawings from the train. Incidentally, Cowboys seem to be catching up to Boxers in my sketchbooks; I blame FX’s “Justified.”

It’s almost baseball season; hopefully, the Captain actually earns a Gold Glove this year.

And finally, since today is the Least Productive Day of the Year thanks to March Madness, I present Kyle Singler; not only topically relevant, but proof that I did something today besides watching basketball.
For those who are curious, a sample of the digital work I’ve been doing:

Quite different, no?