I was emptying out some old drawers and found a piece of paper floating around in there — on the other side was this sketch. It’s my old friend Inga the cat from 1986. This was back when I lived in a large house in Pasadena with four or five current and ex Art Center students. Back then I was sketching a lot with india ink washes, making good use of those artsy splatters. Feels like two lifetimes ago. It’s funny finding something like this.
Work has been so crazy lately that I haven’t had two minutes to sketch anything new. Maybe I’ll get a moment this weekend.