A ball point pen, a scrap of paper, a few seconds and a window into the Id. Circa 1985.

Not sure if this was inspired by a dream or just my general feeling at the time. On the previous page in my sketchbook is a note saying “CAN’T GET NO finished 6-20-05″

Marker in sketchbook, 1995.

Earlier this year I posted a whole slew of art on the Comicon.com message board in which I’d appropriated dead celebrities to flog BRAT PACK T-SHIRTS. There was one illustration not included because I’d sold the original; which was this reworking of the classic Jimi Hendrix photo. Shaun Cockram emailed to remind me where I could find the printed version, which I’ve scanned in for your viewing pleasure. Thanks, Shaun.

Anyone out there have the original art to this piece? I’d love a nice scan, if possible.

World class comics retailer John Rovnak sent me this sketch I did for him back in the early 90’s (I think). Any of you folks out there who have sketches by me, and would like to share them on this blog, send ‘em along to the email address on my “contact” page. Please keep them under a meg though. I’m still on dialup out here in the boonies.

We got a lot of these where I live.

Another of my and Alan Moore’s character designs for the Awesome retcon. Don’t have a clue if he ever got used. Pen and ink, 1998.

I think this was a quickie illustration for an ashcan edition that Tundra would give away at conventions. It’s pen and ink with a liberal larding of white out. No date but I’d peg it for 1991 or thereabouts.

Usually I submit rough idea sketches for proposed comic book covers, not all of which are accepted. Here’s one that didn’t make the grade for an issue of ARMY@LOVE: THE ART OF WAR. For this mini-series, the shtick is to parody existing works of art and I was playing around with the famous 30,000 year old fertility goddess sculpture known as the VENUS OF WILLENDORF. I kind of liked the humor of giving her a more modest bikini attire, but it just didn’t seem to work for a war comic.

It’s nice to have a sketchbook with you when you find yourself sitting in yet another parking lot. Marker in sketchbook, 1996.