It’s not technically boob month, but I’ll make an exception.
I don’t know these two fine folks, really, but they’re both fancy dressers
Kimbra wanted me to paint this fine chap.
I don’t know the one guy’s name. Two dudes drinkin’ beer, hanging out.
I hung out with her this weekend. I told her I would paint her yesterday. I lied a little.
These two crazy kids. I tell ya.
These 2 are getting hitched today.
This one is all deep.
I kind of like how this one turned out.
Ending the month with the last letter of the alphabet.
Shady. Or shades. Whatever.
Deeply thinking deep thoughts.
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Marina City. Double selfie.
This piece in September makes about as much sense as Oktoberfest in September does. So, you know, no sense at all.
Totally a grown up. Totally
It’s my birthday. I’m slow and old, unlike the other Taylor.
She’s all fast and stuff.
This one made my brain hurt.