I got this one for Christmas some time around, '96?  I spent several years not really doing any drawing, and then I got into it again.

   These things just come to me, sometimes.

   A combination of gifts.  My cousin was the one who first turned me on to the whole shape thing that's going on all around the animals, and a gem of a guy I used to work with by the name of Andre' Achong used to bop on in to the frame shop and add stuff to the innards of my sketchbooks.  This would be our collaborative effort I suppose.

The era this and some of the others were drawn in was one of pain and hate, and confusion.  My sketchbook reflects it.

   Eyes bug me.  They follow me, they accuse.  Call a shrink.

   This one is called Freud.  You figure out why.

     And now, perhaps a little proof that I can actually draw.  This girl resided in the frames of Michael's.  sometimes, I see a face or a pose, and I just have to collect it, and try to draw it.  I actually did it with a customer's frame once, drew the girl in the picture before I wrapped the finished frame and put it away.