Drawing is the most genuine and raw way of translating our imagination and ideas. Doesn’t matter what your personal style resembles. Your sketchbook remains unedited by the designer’s “digital toolbox”. They may not be bitmaps nor vectors. But this is as fresh as it's going to get.
There were no rules, no responsibilities. Just whatever you wanted as long as you worked hard for it.
They need a lot of time, they need some attention along with your love. Even with our busy lives, no dog is left behind.
It seems that we both can stare and stare and stare. However, in the end, we have eyes closed most of the time.
Who to listen to? It’s tough to get a moment to speak when all you’re doing is holding things up to your ear.
I don’t think I ever thought a stache was really sexy until I discover its for a good cause.
I might have finally entered that age-range where all your midwest girlfriends are getting married.
It’s not that I want to be a firearms saleswoman. It’s symbolism for the dream of being a speeding bullet.
The back of this head reminds me of some green mountains in Colorado with smoke coming out of chimneys.
You can tell a lot about a girl based on how she skins her legs – not really the color or the shape of them.
Maybe this serious face is just who I am – or is it just something for you to laugh at? LA is making me a better person.
I could use a bowl of warm ramen right now. I told myself I would never have pasta in the house but I failed.
From mornings I can remember we had, he had to take rainbow colored capsules that weren’t necessarily vitamins.
Observing everything I have in front of me and it doesn’t really matter if anyone looks back.
Goth girls probably look to up to Rihanna these days. The pop star wears leather, has red hair, and is black.
For someone who doesn’t smoke marijuana, there are other ways to zone out and feel like its Cloud 9.
There is an insane amount of crows in LA. At first, it felt like hell. In the end, I accepted its urban wallpaper.
I didn’t know the rich and famous wanted to be hipsters. Is there a better marriage between the east and west out here?
Middle-aged women in Beverly Hills produce height in other ways than heels and the wedge.
Women on the west coast are really into the wedge right now. I wonder what this means about them?
I have no idea why I was thinking about this scenario. It made me laugh and sad at the same time.
Do cows ever think about a giant prime rib? Do animals ever have cravings or do they just eat to live?
I love sketching and brainstorming. But standing on a pile of vanilla canvases is getting tiring.
Walking pass a burrito truck and saw a group of teenagers laughing and buying cheap grub. Seemed so long ago.
Ugh, everyone should have their head shape studied. The results will make you stay awake thinking for hours.
Screening is just so easy these days. Remember when it was hard to come up with excuses and lies?
I do like what I’m seeing in Culver City. A touch of class that reminds me of what I was into during my early 20s.
As the Chinese refers to them, the butter fruits are here are inexpensive and available all-year round.
Out here, they noses are anything but unique and there’s a ton of red lipstick and blonde hair.
Being so close to Pico Robertson reminds me of Brooklyn’s Clinton Hill. Bobs, pearls, and cranky faces.
We were troublemakers in our hearts but realistic in reality. Sweet behavior in this lifetime but perhaps not the next.
Perhaps this is my new attitude in life – look good, be healthy, and throw down the laws and standards.
I’ve had this sketch for way too long to not build this bike grinder. Pedal for your coffee beans on a lightweight vehicle.
We fight. We cry. We frown and we’re beginning to wrinkle. We overthink things and blame each other.
I will miss you dearly – your bad part and good parts. I love the smell of the trees and the modularity of your brownstones.
Bad tattoos, bad hair and tank tops yet the music that came out of this decade features the largest range of tunes I dig.
The end of an era has already happened but we wear masks for protection still. Thanks for your romance.
Finding myself sugar-coating nature and science to kids. I never thought I be a pussy about life facts.
In the time of stress, sometimes one of these helps me breathe (ironic). But after a few hits, I think I’m crazy.
He doesn’t have a mustache or coaching gear…but he might as well. Man or man, he always gets the last word.
Party’s over. It was great while it lasted. It’s like leaving a friend’s birthday party, you’re not ready to head home.
Not a feeling, a find, or something I want to forget. It was simply a fish that I thought could a tat. For who, who knows.
Steps to a kiss: Bend the head, hold her chin, make sure she’s warm, and make it feel like a black and white film.
I dig your socks, shoes, and cords. Dare to dance the night away with me again? Lets do it three more times.
I’m a bit off today, clearly. First of all, I was drawing in my sketchbook upside down and then forgot why I drew this.
I bought this dress for you. Hope you like it. I heard you like stripes on a girl and so here they are – all 56 of them.
The body is an amazing system that blows my mind away. It unfolds like nature’s book of metaphors.
If I only need one thing to make me feel and look good, it’s my espresso. I forever will be grateful, Bialetti.
He was a journalist that tried to multitask between his dreams, his love, his word, his curiosity, but also his flaws.