The other day, while taking a walk with Annie around town, we noticed what looked like 20 or 30 birds (we think it was ravens, or small crows) perching around and on the roof of a house. It was a strange sight, and none of them were really moving much or making noise, they were just... sitting there. The next day, there were 4 crows that were out back, cawing really loudly. I thought they had come inside, so I went to see what the racket was and they allburst forth in a flurry and flew away. I researched it, because I am a tad superstitious, and crows and ravens both mean potential bloodshed and battle. Also, a bunch of crows above a house in celtic mythology is supposed to mean death or something. Anyway, I started drawing crows because they were on my mind.


This is another page of my sketchbook, I drew a ginger kid because of this friend of mine who is ginger but hates his hair (he dyed it black). I tried to explain to him that ginger hair is fecking awesome, but he would have none of it. Silly boy.