Strange night at Detroit Bar.
Quick sketch done at a Costa Mesa library. Going medieval on your ass. The emoticons are a Nolan.
I was indulging in mucho carne asada and rice and beans while this guy was talking. He was the only one around who spoke English and everyone seemed to revere him as some sort of sage. I felt like I was listening to the Irvine equivalent of Zapata at this point.
This church's bell tower burned down several years ago, and they rebuilt it super fast and made the original bell a statue in front of the church. You can hear the ringing from my room.
Not the last page, but the last page of this sketchbook that I'll put up. As you can see, some things you never get over.
Strange night at Detroit Bar.
Quick sketch done at a Costa Mesa library. Going medieval on your ass. The emoticons are a Nolan.
I was indulging in mucho carne asada and rice and beans while this guy was talking. He was the only one around who spoke English and everyone seemed to revere him as some sort of sage. I felt like I was listening to the Irvine equivalent of Zapata at this point.
This church's bell tower burned down several years ago, and they rebuilt it super fast and made the original bell a statue in front of the church. You can hear the ringing from my room.
Not the last page, but the last page of this sketchbook that I'll put up. As you can see, some things you never get over.
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