Crayon Scrawlings from Toronto

Oh MAN, I've missed public transit.

I've got reliable sources telling me that I would stop missing it with time, but man oh MAN.

We'll Allow You to Introduce Me

Crayola Cult Consumes Friends, Energy, Time

So this crayon thing has gotten way way out of control.  It's pretty much my favorite medium now, and my new mission is to fill every sketch with waxy colored goodness.  I was going to load every single drawing I make, in order, but that's become a bit too time consuming.  Maybe I'll eventually get them all on my flickr site.  Or maybe they will just smear themselves into mud as they wait, wasting away on the shelf like so many preschool dreams.  I am sorry little dudes, I only have like six hands and they are all somewhere else. 

It Is All Done With Minimal Atmosphere

 I did most of these on the plane from Milwaukee to Philly with people trying to talk through my earphones. Yes, you are very nice and your voice is way higher than expected and I know we were on the same plane on the way out and isn't that funny, but look look look, this is my special doodle place and it is flying!

Give Him Time and Lo!

Spent the better half of a week with my bro and his wife and the little dude.  I cannot believe his progress, people!  He is making great strides and rolls and cooings and I am a damn proud uncle and brother and I will be returning whenever I can afford it. 

I left my little packet of crayons on the plane and my brother got me this huge 64 count replacement and I have yet to wrap my head around all these crazy new colors and all their ridiculous names.  I think my favorites are the blues that are pretending to be greys and the dull moldy greens. 

These Are Mostly On The Job

 

Whenever I'm on the verge of complaining about excessively black pants and coats and shirts and hats and hearts, I look up and the women are wearing all these psychedelic grampa shirts and the men are sporting highlighter shirts.  Spring, I tell you, they are unfurling their tail feathers.