I've been itching to draw in a looser, more spontaneous style. I seem to only ever achieve something close to what I think I want when I draw on bar napkins made from cheap tissue or the back of grey-brown cardboard. Something about the fact that the medium I'm drawing on is made from cheap pulp let's me not care about the outcome? I dunno. I champion NOT letting the perfect get in the way of the good, but I'm also a victim of said [proposed] perfection.
So, it started w/a portrait I drew for somebody I care for. She liked it and so did I. Then, my pal/writer Tim Hall asked if I would illustrate an upcoming article he wrote for BIG NEWS, called "Plus Size: My Heavy Times in the World of Fatty Fashion."
Now he has me doing another one for a story called "The Gayest Gym in the World."