Ode to NYC (the place).

We are back from the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn. It was amazing and fun and exciting. Also amazingly hot.

Great fun was had by all. Yes, fun for all... all except Adam who couldn't come because of stupid surgery.

We were in NYC for even glorious days. There was very little time to draw. But the few drawings I did do in my sweet Moleskine notebook I will share with you....

...now!


This man has headaches every so often, as we all do. But every time he has a headache, he takes out the piece of brain that hurts. Because our brains contain information, he keeps the small pieces in little glass jars, just incase he needs to access the memories contained inside. He just asks them, and they can talk back. I thought that would make a good movie or comic or serial television show or something. Like, this guys solves crimes or something, with the aid of his brain-chunk sidekicks. But the brain-chunks would be sassy and say funny things.

This dude was done inside the Drawl Graphic / Polaire tent in McCarren Park, Brooklyn, at the Renegade Craft Fair. There was actually very little time to draw at the fair. Lots and lots of people were drifting in and out of our tent, and I was being quite the social butterfly.



Watch out, homeboy! He's only got one eye and he's throwing a tantrum!

This hairy, Cycloptic fellow was done on the stoop of my brother's apartment in the East Village. I was on the stoop because my brother had to work, and it was late so we went outside to draw. But after a while people started coming out of the bar next door, standing around us smoking and talking drunk talk. It was obnoxious, so we went inside and played Wheel of Fortune on the NES.


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I could have sworn Bollo Bolo Tie was spelled right when I drew this. But my Computer has a SpellCheck like my Sketchbook doesn't.

This was done in the subway. On the L on my way to Brooklyn, to be precise. Lindsay had a previous engagement, so I was on my own and drew folks to pass the time. This dude has some greezed back hair, a light mustache, some glasses that were shaped all cool like Aviators, and a Bolo tie to top it all off. I was feelin' his style.


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She caught me in an intimate moment, I am ashamed.

This girl was also on the Subway. I drew her right after the Bolo Tie dude. She was rockin' out with her iPod, probably some Guns N' Roses if she knows what's what, and then she saw me looking and her and drawing and got all weirded out. This drawing is right when she noticed me, and her eyes got all big before she put on a poop face and kept peeking back at me every 3 seconds.



Another Skull-Faced Dude! Now with Hands for Wings!

This was done in Central Park where I met up with Lindsay and we drew for a while. It was very pleasant. The darkness on his arms was Lindsay's idea. I asked what I should do next, and she said "give him black-goo arms." And it was so. Good call Lindsay.



What a wuss.

On the flight home, our plane was grounded for 3 hours. Without air-conditioning in 90 degree weather. The plane was sweltering, every person was soaked with sweat and disgruntled. Once we finally got to Chicago, our flight to MPLS had long gone. So we got to sleep on the floor in the terminal until the next flight left in the morning. It sucked. But the whole time, I was fine. I've been through worse, and it is better than dying in a crash or something. But I swear everyone else thought it was the end of the world. It was non-stop complaining and crying from all the "adults" who were acting like the flight attendants personally sabotaged the plane to keep everyone miserable. People of AA Flight 363, grow up and stop acting like little cry babies, you cry babies.



Pacman is a punk.
I also drew this on the plane. Turbulence made me screw up the arm, hence the colored in part.

That's it. That was a little abrupt.

*Both of these were done on the subway in pencil, and inked at a restaurant in Brooklyn whilst eating a Turkey Sandwich and Curly Fries, yo.