The Green Man floats over Mr. Holey Face. I can spy on the neighbors through the fence.
They plant tulips and have meals on their patio, soup in bowls of bread. Sometimes the husband sneaks a cigar if his wife isn't around.
These are some random pages scanned from my little black travel sketchbook. Most of this stuff was drawn either while in transit or at somebody's kitchen table at 1:30 AM. The book about 6" x 4" and about an inch thick, which means it's easy to pack and carry, but kinda awkward to actually draw in because you don't really have any place to rest your wrist properly. As a result, I pretty much just tend to draw ugly stuff in it, like prehistoric scenes, swamps, creepy denizens of various nameless cities, and barbarians fighting monsters (actually, pretty much the same stuff I like to draw even when I do have a place to rest my wrist properly)...
Originally I meant to post about Suicide Food (via Neatorama), but that site got me thinking about a cheap cooking wine my mom used to buy when I was a kid. The label fascinated yet nauseated me; it was a lovely little illustration of a parade of animals, each cheerfully carrying a platter of its own meat to indicate this wine was yummy with just about anything. So I started looking for that image. An hour and a half later I still haven't found it, but I've discovered some amazing sources of wine label art instead. Here are some of the best: