An image from years ago, back when I was drawing everything freehand. My friend Joe was a chronically down on his luck guy I knew from the Green Room, in Toronto. As dark as this portrait is, Joe loved it. He was a pretty dark guy. I wish I knew if he was still around, somewhere, but I haven’t run into him in years.
On a related note, 2006 was a hard one for me and art. I started using my artists signature when I was 19, and I’ve always loved it. It’s attractive, and easy to hide, which is important when you do a lot of work in pen. But the BC 06 always ended up looking like Bob. Every piece I finished that year looks like some dude named Bob did it. It aint true, though. Bob had nothing to do with it.