Tom Foster was dead. His soul knew it, but it would take a moment for his body to let go.
With book covers, we’re designing new covers to look like successful covers. With that being said, let’s make nothing new.
Steven Briggs needed some new photos, so he showed up with a few changes of clothing. He’s the happiest person I know. It’s infectious, like herpes.
I’m fond of olde time tattoos sailors used to get. Stuff with text on it. I’ve been obsessed with hell lately, so the Good vs. Bad theme made sense.
I’ve been adding layers on these paintings off and on for years. Am I ever getting them done? I keep changing my mind about what they should be. Everything is a work in progress, until it leaves my hands.
Joe said he’d tattoo his emoji on his leg. I replied, that’s a commitment. I should design the tattoo. So I went at it, illustrating something worthy of being burned onto someone’s skin.
With two new cars in the house, I was displaced from the garage. Sadness. All my art supplies are in flux. Thank goodness it never rains here in Los Angeles.
I lugged this sign from New York City. Someone found it in Alphabet City and it was housed in various basements for years. I built its final resting place, atop a patio table built from stray redwood beams.
It tickles me when people use my art, so I sent Joe a T-shirt with his noggin’ on it. Now, he can wear his face on his chest. What a conversation starter.
We all wear different masks. Son, father, friend, foe. Today I get to be George, Mark, Joel, Steven, Tom. Oh decisions, decisions.
Why did I decide to draw Joe? I guess because he has all these pouty faces on his instagram feed. He looked like an emoji. It wouldn’t be a challenge to turn his face into a circle.
There are some illustrations that I wanted to redo, to see how far I’ve come over the years. I generally draw people who use my art as their profile pic.
This art is making me sad. I was staring at Mark’s emoji. It told me to put more shading and include a large shiny tear.
I see George running around the lake all the time. Didn’t I just see him in SMILF? Anyway, I asked if he would like an emoji and the reply was, go for it.
There is a rash of car break-ins in the neighborhood. Here’s the Silver Lake Car Elf caught on video. He’s 5’ 3” to 5’ 5”, white or hispanic with a mustache.
Mr. Nice Guy. I was surprised when Mark took a screenshot of my video to use as a profile pic. He was the first person to start a game of Frivia – Make Friends with me, so I had to repay his support with an Emoji.
I’m designing a bunch of Emojis for a game I’m making. I illustrated Steven and decided to make Emojis of his friends who would play my game.
I have to design a bunch of Emojis for a game I’m making, so I asked y’all for photos of your cat to be my muse.
I have to design a bunch of Emojis for a game I’m making, so I figured I’d solicit your feline housemate as my muse for character design.
I adore Steven and I’m using him as bait to get his friend Alexander to come out of hiding. I miss their fun frolicking posts.