Showing posts with label willie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label willie. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Psychosis. Definitely.


IFN: Epiphany or psychosis?

Monday, March 10, 2008

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Anger brings clarity


IFN: anger management

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Against all odds


IFN: Against all odds, these rats found a small bed made just for them. This is a drawing done a LONG time ago, back when I was fascinated with rats.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

I dreamt I saw a young man


IFN: Extreme dreams

Friday, February 1, 2008

Saturday, January 12, 2008

almost getting caught


IFN: Sexual fantasy

Saturday, January 5, 2008

They told me it would all make sense

And it didn't.

IFN: How I eventually came to know nothing at all

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Friday, December 28, 2007

Friday, December 14, 2007

So I opened up Photoshop for Dummies...

...and pointed to a page at random, opened my eyes, and the word at my fingertip was "boy". I thought, what would a boy (particularly this boy) want to see posted here? And voila.

IFN: Open a book, close your eyes and point

Monday, December 10, 2007

I need to draw more tits


IFN: Rack 'em and stack 'em

Saturday, November 10, 2007

I think not.


IFN: Is there anything left to ask?

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Little guys

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Proof that God exists


Boobies. There's 2 reasons right there.

IFN: over 300 (dis)proofs of God's existence

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Keep going and going and going and going....


IFN: Consequences of Momentum

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Penalty for early withdrawal


IFN: corrupting/expanding innocent minds
(I drew this a very long time ago)

Monday, October 1, 2007

And when it does, behold!


IFN: what goes in must come out

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

My feet


IFN: smaller and smaller and smaller

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

The mystery of the muse

I am fascinated with the process of creating. The times where it just flows and I know my muse is wrapping her luscious arms around me. And then there are the days when everything that comes out feels forced, and trite and the lines aren't any good and I can't pull the cork out of the bottle. And my muse is on vacation. And she isn't sending any postcards or buying me lousy t-shirts.

IFN: it's still a mystery to me