Been on the go a lot lately. It’s a nice change of pace. Drawing at a desk in a room with no windows is cool most of the time, but I enjoy people and the dirty air too. This weeks Permo: Circa 1942 drawings are nice and sloppy. Unfinished and wiggly. A lot of thoughts passing through the brain. I try to scribble them as quick as I can before the channel changes. Anyways, that is enough dribble drabble. Here are the drawings already!

The Chief has a glass eye

I need to draw more women. It’s a sausage fest in this sketch book.

This comment only applies to me.

True story.

Falling to prove there is no point.

I swear I wanted to draw a pretty lady, but my stupid brain ruined it.

The drawing has nothing to do with the sentence. I just like the sentence.

A drawing that got away from me. The new owner seemed to be happy with it.