Whenever I stay at my parents’ house, I always end up sifting through old junk of mine. Here’s what I looked like in 6th grade, before braces, and before i realized that glasses still worked if they were smaller than two frisbees.

Drawn on my iPhone at 30,000 feet, when I was wondering why other people’s airplane farts have such a uniquely horrible bouquet.

Figure drawing class, day one. Although it’s definitely not obvious from today’s output, I think this class is going to help me a ton. Its most important feature is that it gets me drawing for three solid hours without distraction, something that my Internet addiction makes otherwise impossible. It’s also great to have immediate feedback from the teacher and the other students. Everyone is laid-back and encouraging, with varying skill levels, and range from a teenage boy to lady retirees.

Another attempt at figure drawing; hopefully this is just another example of something I can laugh at in a few months. My drawing class starts tomorrow. The subject is formerly very hot, now very dead Dorothy Lamour. Forgive the poor facial likeness; sketching with a blunt piece of charcoal doesn’t really lend itself to details. Don’t forgive the fact that her legs are about half as long as they should be; one of my worst habits is compressing things as I get close to the edge of the paper.