WELCOME TO THE CHEST GORILLA

As a recently completed study spanning several decades concluded, people born in the 70's to early 80's (cleverly dubbed by zeitgeist-taggers the "Me Generation") are considerably more narcissistic than those born in previous decades. As a member of said "Me Generation", I felt compelled to refute this insult.

But, they were right. So, I've joined them. Apparently, by posting a blog containing my work, I am vain enough to think the world should see it. Truthfully, I have the morning off of work and got up earlier than usual. Is ennui a better excuse than vanity? I dunno. In any case, here are a collection of drawings. They vary in effort, but that's probably pretty obvious.

Take a look around, but a warning: any lack of storytelling technique is matched only by my ineptitude around a scanner.

Did he not make the cut for "Madame Butterfly"? A failed Maybelline ad campaign? I don't know. I don't even know when or where I drew this. My question is this: If he went through all the trouble to apply eyeshadow, lipstick, and rouge and prosthetic breasts, why the band-aid?

"MANG"

This is the beginning of a graphic novel entitled "Mang". It's about crime and betrayal and friendship and minotaurs. If seen to completion, it will be the first story I will have finished. Not holding my breath, though--I get distracted easily.

AH, L'AMOUR!

Here's a little one-page parable entitled "The Not-At-All True Tale Of Two Lovers, A Crime Of Passion And A Rhino Named Emmanuelle".
The name sort of sums it up.

This was done while drinking in the middle of the day at a local bar. Something European must have caught my eye (the label on the lager, no doubt) and that somehow turned into this.
(Notice the smudge of red foodstuff on the right. Chili? Catsup? That, like Jimmy Hoffa, is lost to the ages).