portrait

can't spell whiskey

funny ol' comics?

From a few years back. I was in a bad way. It was like a floating octopus was always making me drink. Thank goodness for the talking crow! Everything I did in those days seems like a cry for help. Hoo haw! CLICK TO ENLARGE.

not even rotoscoped

I used to do some very primitive animation and this was my animation “company”s logo, stolen from Rocket Robin Hood, this image of Friar Tuck. My colour sense, as ever, is impeccable.

lookin' good

I started the day recently doing a self-portrait. This is pretty accurate. good lord.

my cat

Our good old cat, Moocow, had cancer and her leg had to be amputated. She's adapting amazingly well, but at present her butt has a reverse-mohawk thing revealing the giant seam of stitches. She will be glad when the fur grows back, I think.

my grandpa

I borrowed this photo while visiting my parents this weekend. I've always loved this photo of my Dad's Father, Robert Ollmann. There's a sad drawing I did of this picture hanging on my parents' walls. He made all these little animal sculptures and sometimes, when we were kids, my brother and I would find these clay creatures when we were digging in the yard. My Dad always speaks fondly of his old man, that he was a gentle and eccentric gentleman who died young, who came from money but literally died digging ditches who always wore a tie under his overalls. I always wished I could have met him.

a sketch

I feel sick about how shitty I draw, so if I ever see something good in the sketchbooks, I'm gonna post it. Here's my kid eating breakfast, looking like he's seen as much of life as Charles Bukowski.