A hair fetish.

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If you ride the MAX train and have dandruff, sebboreah, or psoriosis... I probably know.

Keeping tabs on commuters.

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Some people call it stalking, others just call it creepy. I call it "observation".

Rastafarian dreadlock punctuation.

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I know everybody has secretly wondered to themselves, "What if our sentences were punctuated with balls of tangled human hair?". I guess we can only theorize about what that Utopia would be like... but I did manage to break out a 4B pencil and begin illustrating it.
I gotta go, my cat is coughing up an elipsis.

A hodge-podge mish-mash

A 'mish-mash' of sketches from various pages in my sketchbook.

A few notes:
The Dark shapeless blob looks cooler in person than it does on the scan... All textured and moody...(Likewise, I am more interesting than I appear on this blog)

I draw the back of too many heads...I know.

The skull wasn't drawn because I secretly want to draw comics or "ink a tat"... Or whatever.. I didn't draw it because I'm a dark person...into witches and barbarians....I drew it because there was a teenage boy in the train seat right next to me... I knew he was watching me draw... And, I admit it... I wanted to draw something a 15 year old would think was cool. Not another sketch of somebody's head.

Lastly, the explanation for the penguin - It's a flight-less, Antarctic sea bird.

Noxious vegetation.

Portland is covered with Himalayan Blackberry (Rubus armeniacus) and English Ivy (Hedera Helix) to the point that it is literally choking out the indiginous vegetation. It drips off the trees like gawdy jewelery off of a rapper.It would be cool if I could harvest it and turn it into ethanol to fuel our city buses. The city would pay me to harvest the Invasive weed off the land... and then they would pay me again for the fuel. maybe something similar could be done with the opossum as well.

Secret dispatches from the eye of the storm.

I haven't been posting onto the blog. But I have been sketching.
Work get crazy occasionally, and I need to put my distractions back on the shelf... which is fine, as long as I remember to get them back out as soon as the dust settles!
The dust hasn't settled. I have, however, decided that I will sketch and post when nobody is looking... and at the moment, the coast is clear.
So, if you don't tell my creative director, my wife, my kids or my Boston Terrier, I'll try to send out these messages in bottles from the midst of the storm.

Ken
Reporting from a squall