I was listening to a podcast that mentioned the word, “renaissance.” That got me thinking about the idea of the “renaissance man.” Then I started playing around with that phrase and attaching it to Mr. da Vinci.
The mind is a strange organ.

I was listening to a podcast that mentioned the word, “renaissance.” That got me thinking about the idea of the “renaissance man.” Then I started playing around with that phrase and attaching it to Mr. da Vinci.
The mind is a strange organ.

Ecclesiastes inspired…


I’ve reached the stage of life that requires eyebrow maintenance. My barber volunteers to trim them when I get a haircut but I’ve found she cuts them so short that I now politely refuse her offer. She pretends to be offended, and I think perhaps she is a bit. Who am I to claim more knowledge of how the eyebrow should be trimmed? But I hold my ground and then go home and do a slightly less lousy job of it myself.

Just a couple of words chattin’:

If she doesn’t need to, letter B.

Existential kitty:

A doodle of lament:

Old cartoon.
Jesus says fruit > vegetables

Twitter sh**ter. All over our democracy.

I’ve had no desire to doodle the last few days. Caught up in reading a couple books. But made myself put the book down and here’s what happened:

Here’s a Gumby-esque skater for your viewing pleasure:

And a small compilation of doodles I put together for self-promotion:

Reminder that all artwork posted is available to purchase: $25/print. Cheers!