ca. 2001

See kids? Just look what happens when you stop drawing. This is the sort of crap i used to start, work on for a year or two, then drop like a bad habit, back when i thought i'd be one of the great illustrators of our time. i guess i'm posting it here, more or less like everything else i put up, as an act of self-flagellation. Theoretically, public scrutiny of my flaws should force me to work harder and produce better work so that eventually we'll all be able to look back at these days and laugh, as at so many embarrassing haircuts. It's sad how little i've progressed in six years but i can still make the next six productive. Right? Right.

And don't ask me what the heck is happening with the chair --i don't know!