Newtasty Sketchbook

Ah my old sketchbook! Found it underneath my electronic bed, all covered in dust and old socks… oh whimsical illustration, how I have forsaken you for a life on the road with dames, booze chains and boots, aside from all the whoring of myself for big corps I haven’t picked up a pencil or a pen in nearly a year.I can start doodling again now, ooh that will be nice. Here’s a quick pencil sketch of Spider-Man’s wife. Ex wife. Never was his wife. I don’t know, comics are complicated. 

Mr Rhythm, almost every band or promoter I’ve ever met has an Andre Williams anecdote.

Another one of my drunken teeny tiny sketchbook numbers.

Me cat. She’s an arsehole.

The Psychic Soviet, Black Gemini. An oldie.