I like to sit on my couch and doodle at night. Most nights. Well… some nights at least. Especially when I can’t get down to the studio to work. Sometimes I know exactly what it is that I’m going to be working on. Sometimes I have no idea until it gets going. This is one of the latter. I sat down with my box of pencils and my trusty sketchbook and started making marks. 

About 30 minutes later this guy showed up. I’m not sure what he’s all about. Maybe it’s a subconscious nod to my perennially distracted state. Either way I’m calling him, “One Man Murder”. 

So there you go.

Cheers,

R