I’ll tip my hat to the convenience—among the many amenities within walking distance of the apartment that are at the disposal of my carless ass is a Kinko’s with a range of self-services, including a scanner-appointed graphics workstation. In light of the volume of stuff I intend to render into digital form though, alongside consideration of my current income sitch,spending upwards of 4 bucks to get a jpeg or two is not a great long-term solution.
Anyhow, another drawing to cough forth. Scanned this one yesterday, along with my dirty girl Mary Todd.
I feel a bit stunted in the way that Bob Hope was golf and war, golf and war, all the time: golf and war. For me, though, its bunnies and schwas.
I have an inkling as to why, but I’m still piecing together my theory.