Really wanted to squeeze this poem into visual form somehow so I could stick it up here, as I sometimes feel embarrassed by using poetry as posts on ininintoutoutout. So here it is, more word than image, but so be it.

This one’s from some time during our trip to Venice, though I forget when. The drawings have benefited from my massive data loss because they used to look awful and now they look pretty good.

Maybe not my life, maybe not yours, but almost certainly someone’s. Or at the very least a pretty decently absurd oversimplification of someone’s life, such that they might not and smile ruefully.

Ah the saucy to-and-fro that occurs at job interviews, eh? This one’s from the notebook. I’m enjoying the text I drew here, something satisfying about it.

I flex my fingers and try to draw a little comic for the first time in almost three months. It’s one of those note-book comics that wriggles its way out of nowhere in particular.

More talkative buildings from the notebook. No one is more uniquely qualified than I am to examine and express the inner life and psychology of architecture. Right? Right.

A simple one from my notebooks, drawn while in London recently. Sometimes it’s nice to kick back and draw something minimalist. Makes me think about games in this style, though, too.