I know it's not as good as noremac's but
oh well, the proportion is off a lot....
especially the neck area... but oh well
their the best bewbs I've done so far.... :D

This is a stool.

Will finish tomorrow..

you know those manikin things artist
use to help with anatomy? well I have one
and I dressed, carved, and painted him
like this... though he doesn't have a gun
but if he did.... hahahahah... " shrug" O,o

A portrait of my girlfriend, Kathy. First try at this applet, also first inermediate submission. I'm content with it, though I feel I could've done a lot better.

Decided that Noremac needed his wings.

need room in studio.....

First time in 3 years that I have drawn on an Oekaki. I am a tad rusty... didn't feel like making anything elaborate. Just doodled. I have to clean up my room, it is feeling really cramped in here.

I haven't been drawing in ages x__x sorry for my scappy crap

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

ref