
My mother always, ALWAYS, doodles when she's on the phone. The apple never falls that far from the tree. In this case the Swann didn't land too far from the pond. Here's some doodles while on a conference call. Random, sketchy, meaningless.







Fun with prismacolor greys and highlighters. I was looking past a shelf of shoes and saw this guy looking back. Yeah, it was me. Is that really what I look like? That seems to be the questions every once in awhile when I'm doing a self portrait and stare long enough.
