Keep our oceans clean

As a VERY young kid I would purposely restrict myself from certain parts of my house (the attic for example) so I could continue believing in a possibility of a secret passage/room/etc. if I looked too hard at any nook or cranny the house would solidify that belief would die.

Close call

Conan O’Brien has always been a very important figure in my life

Pro bike propaganda by me

Back on Europa’s southern front I had a buddy fake ice madness so he could get a few days off in the infirmary. Sold it so well one of the rookie praetorians panicked and heat blasted him before sticking him with a tranq pack. He’s in the permafrost now.

Lemons? Life gave you lemons? Jesus Christ dude. I’d kill myself if I were you.

First time I showed my dad a YTP he was howling with laughter, gasping for breath, clutching the kitchen table, etc. Through tears he asked “DO THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE THESE GET PAID?”

Study of Farewell My Concubine (1993) in watercolor. (Inspired by all the amazing pieces in the FILM SCHOOL exhibit on giant robot gallery’s website!)

I don’t think I’m particularly susceptible to peer pressure but me and my peers do have similar ideas about how much I should drink

I usually have to sketch about 4-5 thumbnails to get a good composition but I figured out this piece on the first try.

Rare angel birth defect: wings in the front

Caught my dear ol’ mom chuckling with mirth and thoughtfully going “huh” in a way that made be believe she was reading an interesting article from the New Yorker or something and when I circled around to see her screen she was solving a captcha

Etruscan girl

9/11 was a great date for that shit to go down just from a graphic design standpoint. The memorial logo practically makes itself. Slap a 9 next to the towers and you’re done

Whenever bugs have sex it looks like they’re pantomiming sex. Watch two ladybugs fucking and tell me anything is going inside anything else. Dragonflies are different.