Doodles at the cusp of consciousness
NOVEMBER 11, 2006
On the weekends I am a security guard at a local mill complex. I work the graveyard shift and am completly alone from midnight to 8 am. I have lots of time to sit and sketch in my sketchbook. Most times while drawing I nod off only to awake to a black blob bleeding from my pen onto the drawing and some odd lines I don't remember making. Here is last nights. Tonight shall bring another.
Topical: Sketchbookian Stuff