It’s raining in Seattle and I’m cold and grumpy. Can you tell? This is a self portrait I drew a couple days ago when I was in a foul mood, for a Moleskine exchange project I’m participating in:
I haven’t drawn a self portrait in about 8 years– wait, that’s a lie– there must’ve been more– but anyway, I wanted to be a tattoo artist in 1999 and I put together a little portfolio of my drawings and took them into a local tattoo shop. The guy I spoke to liked them, but said something to the effect of needing some stronger line work (makes sense) and he wanted to see a couple self portraits. I drew one, but have never scanned it because it’s embarrassing.
Now that I’m a grown-up and totally dig being embarrassed, maybe I will post it.
This is an example of the type of stuff I was drawing in 1999… I guess I haven’t changed much.
Until this case of grumpypants blows over, I’m going to immerse myself in the sweet, sweet narcotic of fiction novels and try to forget the rain.