I haven’t done a sketch dump in ages, so here’s bits from my sketchbook. In the interest of full disclosure, I’ve taken things from assorted pages and it looks nowhere this clean and orderly.

It’s funny the things that rise to the surface when you zone out and start drawing, but also what remains unanswered. I have no clue why the young lass is triumphant about chopping off a couple feet of hair. No idea. And for years I’ve gotten those Elvis Perkins lyrics wrong. Yawns are useless, not arms. But for anyone that’s shown up at a social gathering and agonized over what to do with their hands (fold them? put them in your pockets? keep them behind your back?), perhaps the misheard lyrics make sense.

And Happy (almost) Thanksgiving if you’re stateside! I’m wrapping things up here, ready to consume Very Large Quantities of Pie. I’m profoundly grateful for family and friends, work that I love and a roof over my head. I’m also specifically thankful this year for two new nephews, 90’s party playlists, a car muffler that works and Jaffa cakes. And coffee. Always coffee.