From mild-mannered toon to full-blown were.
All it means is a bigger appetite and more furballs.

It's back to the basics with you all.

Some passive nudity is required when studying anatomy.

There's a newcomer to the Shangri-La Au-Go-Go, home of the Gin Lounge and the Dusty Martini.
It's Neogeen, slumming it with the jazz cats, just for kicks.
Being hip can be so very addictive....

Thanx Neogeen©Kim Kosamp.

Because I have only one joke.
And because it is true.

drunken blind master ninja mutley

It's a rip from an earlier pose, but hey...
It's got ninja-fu.

I have spent far too long fucking around with old images existing in my gallery already.

This one still goes out to the one I nub.

Like sands through the hourglass,
these are the clicks of my mouse.

This one's for T'.
Everyday I ask myself how can I be any more tacky, every day I come up with a new solution.

Not dumb, profound.

Illustrator beefcake.

The unabashedly draconian queen of vectors.
Peganthyrus©Egypt Urnash.

Never, ever wear a beret, unless you really, really mean it.

Something that no one coulda guessed.

I may be happy, but my sense o' humour could do with a tune up.

...so I said, "Pffft! Anyone with even a feeble grasp of theoretical physics could do that. Hah! I bet you can't rip an interdimensional hole through time and space, travel upon it's weirding ways and turn up next Tuesday."

Boy did he prove me wrong.

A reinterpretation of one of my older pieces, as I'm more prone to including backgrounds these days.
Oh, and I'm conceptually lazy!

Like any self respecting anthropomorphic animal, I'd be concerned about what you were really thinking about, as well.

Rarrr! with still life.

Acrylic and beer.

An accidental illustration for Grimal.

Anthropomorphic mineral ore and assorted crystalline fragments.
Off topic doodling randomness.

Rorschach is an inkblot cat,
he'll know your neuroses in one minute flat.

Whatever.

At least I'm being consistent.
This is the rough concept for a commission that involves a wolf wrapped in cow.

Limelight plays to his last audience at the Shangri-La Au-Go-Go. Not much later, he drunkenly shows the crowd what you really can do with a tongue twice your own body length.

The creatures flying these ships have animal heads.
Illustrator.

Graah, crush puny mortal deadlines.
Illustrator.

Funny little kitty.

Alphonse, the dog of sorrow, sits in La Cafe Gloom miserably swirling the last bitter dregs of his latte, wondering where his hot date - the bluebird of happiness - is.

The Oracle of Sobek

Artwork for the Rage Card Game.

Venerable St Bede takes a moment out of his hectic schedule to illuminate a letter to his mother.

(Moore Manuscript, Bede's Ecclesiastical History (Northumbrian Episcopal Antics, nonetheless!). 12c. version of the Life and Miracles of St Cuthbert.)

Never turn up pissed to a poetry reading!

Saint John the Baptist did, and spent the whole recital of "Messiah, Shmessiah" swatting away hallucinatory letters. Not to mention that he was holding the book in his foot.

Bishop Frithstan's vestments c.916.