What better way to stay warm in the winter than by hugging your big daddy? Of course, here in Los Angeles we might have trouble relating to the frigid winters of Russia, but cold weather is not the only purpose for warm hugs.

What better way to stay warm in the winter than by hugging your big daddy? Of course, here in Los Angeles we might have trouble relating to the frigid winters of Russia, but cold weather is not the only purpose for warm hugs.

Word has it that today is Valentine’s Day. Be careful out there of flying arrows.
I have an aversion to being impaled, which might explain why Cupid hasn’t hit me and a woman at the same time. Either that, or Cupid’s aim is off.

The other day I needed a little repair to my car, so I took a sketchbook with me to the waiting room. Who knows why such a scene came to mind in that moment, but it did. These pygmy pachyderms came out of my pencil at the shop, and then finished with a little ink and paint in the studio.
So weird.

Last night I was watching President Trump’s first State of the Union speech. If you think I’m going to start making political statements, then you have another think coming! Nah, I just watched it for the sake of wondering what was going to be said, and it gave me the opportunity to sketch this here honey bear!
With my trusty Prismacolor 03 sized ink pen, I went to town sketching this bear in my Strathmore sketchbook, and rendering all his fur while my ears listened to words, applause, words, applause, words – you get the idea. I pretended that each time I got a small section of fur drawn, all that applause was for me. How nice of Congress to appreciate my work like that.

Doodled a li’l ol’ sailor cat in my sketchbook this week. I wonder what it must be like to sail the seven seas with nine lives? (Rimshot anyone?)

After posting the sketch of a cowboy last week, I got to doodling some more mealy mugs of the wild west in my sketchbook, and applied the ol’ brush pen to them. These varmints ain’t pretty, but they aren’t meant to be either.

I was watching a western the other night with my pop, and just felt the urge to grab my sketchbook and doodle during the movie.
There’s something about a good western, especially the old ones, that lures out all the interesting faces in Hollywood. They seemed to cast real people in their movies, not movie stars. Every now and then one of the real guys became a movie star, but when they put movie stars into westerns, they often stuck out like a sore thumb.
So, while this is no one in particular, it is inspired by the tough guy heroes of a good western. A good hero deserves a good chin and a surly squint. Gotta have the squint.

Couldn’t sleep much last night. Unwillingly awake at 4am, so naturally, I got up and drew some dogs. Yeah, I am the one in the middle, but by midday I’ll probably feel like all the outlining ones.
