Probably not gonna be another drawing this weekend because… Art Fest. Yeah. (Actually, that’s sort of a legitimate excuse. You’ll see.)
Anyway, this is what the kids call a sketch dump. See you next weekend.
Remember Marcus? Actually, I guess you don’t. He was another character in the failed post-apocalypse comic I did, which is starting not to look so failed. More and more stuff keeps happening with it… Recently, I wrote an episode of a children’s show with these characters, in which Marcus starred, and now this. Seriously, guys, I need help. Or a production budget. I wanna write that show.
This was originally just a drawing of a girl on a street, but partway through, it became a self-portrait, since, you know, I’m a narcissist. (And no, it’s not that I decided to make the girl me just because. It’s worse than that. I realized I had been subconsciously drawing myself all along.) Related: it is both the most detailed and the most inaccurate self-portrait you will ever see me draw.
And for those familiar with the street depicted, if you think just because I walk down it twice a day, five days a week, I should be able to correctly remember any part of it, you overestimate me.
“Its nose keeps switching between crying out of laughter and sadness while he plays tea and drinks chess…” -Devin
Dominick had once had a complete chess set, as well as a proper hat, but he traded the hat to a nomadic musician during a bad storm (mostly out of kindness, the trumpet had been broken even when it was given to him), and he lost most of the chess pieces because of little things, like when Benjamin needed a horse to get somewhere on time and The Great Swamp Sink of Summer. He doesn’t really mind, but it’s getting harder to play chess properly… (That and, until Benjamin gets back, he won’t have anyone to play with.)
The book titles, in order: Pour Mademoiselle, Dealing With Depression, Creationism, and Canadians: They’re Not Like Us. The chess pieces are a Troll doll, a rook, an engagement ring, a pawn, a Monopoly top hat, and a di.