...MAY ACTUALLY BE PUMPING SHIT OUT AGAIN

after I got this nifty little sketchbook from B&N this past weekend. Standard white 5" x 8" paper ordeal, but apparently...carrying it around 24/7 does help. This is so great I FEEL LESS ARTISTICALLY CONSTIPATED ALREADY, GOOD TIMES.

This guy's still half uncooked, and I'm unfortunately too busy currently admiring the raw scanning results to decide whether I want him medium rare or fully cooked. (i.e., Just a linesy The Mother look, or paint this fucker up so much you can't even tell it started out as a pencil sketch?) I drew this with the intention of the former, but since the scan turned out so insanely fair (for the first time EVER)...hm.

Also: Yes, sort-of-new signature. I've gotten myself in heat all over Keith Thompson's hot bodies again recently, and noticing his sig/stamp nonchalantly led me to finally decide that the one I've been using, since before 8th grade, was incredibly bulky and attention-grabbing in all the wrong ways. =/ I first signed things using this monogram H/cursive Jh/butterfly thing on stuff for drafting, 5-tech (Anyone even remember what those were?), and acrylic painting in Stuy, and I think it's about time I pick it up...officially, so to speak. Simplicity is key there.

(Unrelatedly, HOLY CRAP @ hair in that thing I drew in '05. Subconscious self-fulfilling prophecy much??)

Also also: While I was shuffling Teitum around in my Traditional folder, I dug up some more things I completely forgot about, like this lady here:

Raw from last autumn that I shoved so far back into the freezer, I can only hang my head in shame. I almost forgot I had once been so ambitious as to start a character illustration effort for Robert Jordan's the Wheel of Time... T__T

Mr. Sketchbook, I promise you plenty of food to come. This I do solemnly swear.