Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest #3

Why is it that I am compelled to stay up til the wee hours lately just to draw out the more frivolous experiences of my youth, all while listening to obscure small town college radio jams that would appeal to an angsty teen? I know not. Please love me anyhow.

House Shows are the Fun Shows - Hot Tears, Jacqui, Feb 16

Last week I got to see some little bands play in house for the first time in ages. Not something that I thought happened so much in NYC, so I was really excited to crowd into a living room with a bunch of people and see a lineup of three really awesome women tear it down. All were totally inspiring, but I have to say... If you haven't heard Hot Tears yet, I highly recommend checking them (her, in this case, as she was without her cellist) out. I might be bias because she came all the way from Olympia, but... no actually, she was just had a really beautiful and technically perplexing set. Missing from these sketches is Audre Waiste; I wasn't in a good spot to draw when she was playing, but she was great too!

Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest #2

Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest...

Just before New Years I went digging around on YouTube for a few songs I loved listening to some 20 years ago and ended up reflecting so hard on my early adolescence that I was inspired to scribble out a retrospective mini series honoring what it was like to live in the Pacific Northwest in the 90s. I had a chance to make it out to that dark corner of the world for the holiday season and-- in addition to having had the time of my life meeting up with my best friends from half a lifetime ago-- I fell into a deluge of memories that I'd all but forgotten. Here's the first one.

I'm kind of new at this narrative sequential artthing, but I think it'sgoing okay so far! 

Seen Recenty at a Party in NE Portland

Drawathon, January 2014

Last week I made it out to Drawathon and remembered what good things NYC has to offer me right now: Quaint and beautifully DJ'd drawing parties in the back of divey bars where punks pose naked as you capture their figure with a cramped room fulla other sketchbook-a-teers, all the way from 8 until midnight on a Monday. When I opened my book to see what I got from last week, I realized that I'd barely drawn anything worth posting from the models. I did, however, have a fun time capturing the "performers". The guy on the bottom, who played bass for a trashy neo-NY punk band growled a hell of a lot while I was scribbling his outline. Here you go!