Rejected Unknown

Since the San Francisco Art Institute has been officially closed for the holiday break (due to some financial setback nonsense), I haven't been able to use the darkroom/developing facilities, or even get my hands on a Bolex, for that matter. Alas, I've been doodling my head off, which I'm afraid is all I have to show for the free time I've been granted. The only even remotely finished drawings are as follows:

A drawing that was intended to be Billy Murray looking through a porthole from The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, but unfortunately (or is it?) ended up looking like William H. Macy looking through a porthole from the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. The names have been changed accordingly.























Jim Henson is my second favorite old man to have ever lived. Kermit's okay too, I guess.























Fred Rogers is my favorite old man to have ever lived. Coincidently, he is my third favorite young man to have ever lived. Here he is in all of his dapper glory.























Those lines framing the pomegranate belong to Amanda K. Pitsch. She's lovely. Also, eight hundred and twenty-four is a very, very nice number.