Sketchbook #2: The Reaver Meets His Match

Ahh, the Reaver. I keep telling myself I'm going to do a solo comic of this guy, but I never progress beyond the "Reaver-walks-into-a-bar-and-gets-drunk-and-into-a-fight" phase. A favorite character of mine. So dumb, so easy to write, so inartfully phallic. Here he stares down the barrel of one of his many archenemies.

Sketchbook #1: Deer with Hideous Teeth

I always did my best (if you can call it that) work in the margins, so I figured I would start scanning some of the ridiculous crap I draw in on the edges of notebooks. Note to self: draw on unlined paper.