Illustration of Alex Carlson

an older drawing of mine. I happen to really like this, for both its qualities as a drawing, and what it means to me. It’s not done, i doubt it ever will be. It’s in a sketchbook i finishes, and i dont think ive ever revisited a sketchbook after i’ve finished it.
This was done in ballpoint pen, marker, colored pencil, and gouache.

Tis’ funny how love works. For better or worse…