In the photo she sent me it appeared that Bowie's right eye (his right, your left) was kind of milky white, an effect I managed to achieve only by emboldening the other (your right, his left) eye. I don't know why I made his nose look like the front end of a GTO, it's just something I needed to express through my ART. Yes, Bowie has the classic lines, rugged good looks, and boss leather interior of a drag-race era muscle car. Bowie also comes factory equipped with a warm, beating heart made of 100% love.
This one is for someone in New York who requested a drawing of something she wouldn't normally see on her weather-battered side of the continent. I give you: Palm trees with strings of lights wrapped around them, with mid-century flagstone wall across the street, via another lunch hour where I sat in my car looking like a pervert.
Actually, that's not true, I spent the first half of lunch sitting on a bench outside of Pierre Lafond's trying not to listen to two guys in running gear talk about annuities or whatever, while reading a Joshlyn Jackson book with a cover that yells PICK ME FOR YOUR NEXT BOOK CLUB, and has so far turned out to be an unexpected blend of girly and abusive/creepy/murderously girly. This is normally not my genre (oy, Gone Girl), but I feel like I ought to keep a broad range of reading just for work's sake, otherwise I'd spend my days thrusting dog-eared bestsellers and Monk DVDs into elderly patrons' hands.