Geez, it’s been a while. Our lead guitarist had to go back to the Dominican Republic and he left me in charge – me, the only non-native speaker and the newest member of the group – and I haven’t been able to focus on my drawing with everyone’s eyes on me at first mic. I actually got so incapable of drawing that I had to draw, just to get my willies out.

(I’ll say this for myself – I’ve been painting erryday.)

I was thinking yesterday morning about how we don’t notice the addition of something new as much as we notice the absence of something familiar. Or perhaps I’m projecting? It’s possible that it’s reversed for most other people. Here’s a scene from this Sunday the 15th, drawn within one mass, back in Jackson, my hometown. I’m also throwing in something that happened in about a minute while I was messing around with a new kind of marker. I’d hate for all of the millions of my fans who read every post on this website to think I only use pencil these days.

2023-02-05

I’m closing up shop on this one. I want to redirect my focus towards pieces where I have more space to breathe.

2023-01-08 (Happy Six Year Anniversary, Joey!)

Happy New Year!

Yes, it has been a while. I implore you not to lose faith in me. I am justified – you see, I have been home-purchasing and moving! And at 681 Shaler Boulevard, Apartment A in Ridgefield, New Jersey, I am now (drumroll PLEASE) setting up A NEW PHYSICAL OIL MURAL; PRAISE BE TO GOD.

But that’s enough about me.

Ladies and gentlemen, my amazing, beautiful, talented, and compassionate mother, Karen Maria Lozada!

They don’t make ’em like her anymore.

(I can’t show you today’s sketch since I went and wrote notes for my book all over it, and my book is absolutely classified – haven’t told a soul a thing. Will you forgive me for offering instead a late look at this sketch from last week?)