Here’s some of the pages and pages of drawings Dave and I did last night. 

Don’t ask me what’s going on here.  I never know what’s happening in my moleskine till it’s too late.

Far, far too late.

Ugh.  This is EXACTLY what I feel like today.

Warning, actual brain is smaller than it appears. 

Sometimes I’ll ink a sketch that isn’t “all that” hoping that the verve of my ink line will spruce the image up.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it don’t.  This time… it didn’t work so much. 

I like the hands tho, it’s fun drawing those stubby Jack Kirby fingernails.  His legs, on the other hand, bleh.