Guardian Angel

When I was little, I had a reoccurring dream about a snowman that lived in the heaters in our house.

He would come out when everyone was asleep and invite me to play. I really enjoyed those dreams because he made me feel special.

This isn’t the same snowman, in fact this guy wasn’t meant to be a snowman at all.

That’s funny, this sketch somehow reminded me of my childhood dream.


Missed Opportunity

There’s this guy…

He works at a bakery.

Every morning, about two hours into his shift – about 6am – he walks over to the delivery door to listen for the distinct sound of a certain woman’s heels. As the sound gets louder, he gets ready to catch a glimpse of her. He is careful to stay in the shadows as she passes. As soon as she gets a safe distance away, he emerges from the dark to watch her round the corner and fade from view.

This has been part of his daily routine for about the past two years.

After she passes, he stays in the hope that he can catch a waft of her perfume. Even over the heavy smells of baked goods, he can smell sweet lilies. If he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can see himself in front of her, both of them smiling. They’re sitting at a bistro table sampling wonderful foods and drinking the finest wine.

They kiss.

But, he never says hello.


Because, he figures, they would get married, they’d have a couple of kids together, he’d get fat and die because he would hate his life after that.

The End

I kept the lines quite sketchy and didn’t do a lot of rework on this one. I rubbed on it more than  usual to get less contrast.

The Boredom

What would happen if you achieved all of your goals? Then what?

What would you think about?

The best way to avoid this problem is to shoot higher than you could ever reach. I would imagine, anyway. But, then that comes with a whole new set of problems. Once you had everything, where would you put it?

I went a little crazy with the lines here. It makes the scene a bit busy when you get up close.

A Horse Driven II

When I was younger, I didn’t like drawing horses or any other four-legged animals. I have a difficult time with the way the legs bend and move. I still have to use reference pics when drawing them. I’ve had this sketch in my pile-of-the-unfinished for a while now.

Not any more.

Clearing the Rocks

No, I am not promoting anything devil-related. This just happens to be a guy with horns, a tail, and hobbit-like feet.

I grew up in upstate NY a hundred years ago. Most of the land formations were gouged out by the glacier from the last ice age, thus creating many gorges and deep lakes. This makes for some incredible swimming holes. One that comes to mind is up at Judd Falls near Ithaca. The hole that I remember was at the bottom of a fifty foot gorge. Perfect for jumping off of.

When you jump off a cliff, the first thing that you notice is the air rushing by your ears. It gets loud very quickly. The closest you can get to the sound is sticking your head out the window of your car while driving on the highway. Now imagine going from zero to sixty in six seconds (with no engine).

Now, keep in mind the fall lasts about three seconds or so. It doesn’t seem like a long time until you try to keep straight (Usually by flailing your arms) and finally hit the water.

The force of the impact can give you quite a jolt, especially on the bottom of your feet. A few jumps and you’ll immediately feel the bruising, even through sneakers. I can’t imagine what would happen if you dove.

Overall, it’s worth it just to say you,ve jumped off a fifty foot cliff into water. I know someone who has jumed from one hundred and lived (insane, if you ask me). That’s a ten story building.