My take on an image from my Health textbook.
(Pens.)
A rather dramatic version of a photo from my Biology textbook.
(Pens, markers.)
Another image borrowed from my Health textbook.
The original photo warned against road rage.
(Pens.)
A portrait of my mother.
(Pens.)
A self-portrait.
(Pens.)
A portrait of my brother, drawn from a photo I took.
(Pens.)
A vast departure from the original photo of a man I found in a magazine.
(Pens, markers.)
A drawing inspired by a dream. The legs were drawn from life.
(Pens, color pencils.)
A rather sad self-portrait.
(Pens, markers, color pencils.)
A doodle of our old yearbook company’s representative, Jeff.
(Pens, markers, color pencils.)
A quick doodle to remember a moment at yearbook camp.
My French is not exactly fantastic.
(Pens.)
My first attempt at comic booking.
(Pens, markers.)
The comic didn’t go very far.
(Pens, markers.)
The best page of my documenting comic. In it, I show
my trip to Subway and the rather dorky conversation
held at lunch. Obviously I haven’t quite mastered
the art of word bubbling.
(Pens, Photoshop.)
A later journal entry about my trip to Vegas. I went
with my journalism class on the way to Phoenix
for a journalism conference. The Vegas stop
was not school appropriate.
(Pens.)
Still on my journalism trip, I tried adding value to the page.
The previous photo and next few are just pieces of a collage
such as this. This page, though, doesn’t contain much:
just the inside of our bus and a hilarious run-in with
a toddler armed with light sabers.
(Pens, markers.)
A note in my journal about being interviewed by two college
kids from Syracuse, New York. They then made a multi-media
presentation, which is what you’ll find under the Video
section of this site.
(Pens, markers.)
Another excerpt from my journal. Here I’m shown eagerly
dissecting a pig fetus during Anatomy and Physiology,
easily that class’s highlight. You can also glimpse last
year’s senior graduation.
(Pens, markers.)
A partial page of my journal, showing me reading Catch-22
in my room. Here’s a rare illustration in which I write
out my thoughts; in this case I have a terrible song
from Old Navy (my place of employment) stuck in
my head. You also see a bonfire at a friends’ house.
(Pens, markers.)
An excerpt from my latest diary. A conversation
with my best friend’s father.
(Pens, markers.)
A full page of my diary, illustrating my house, car, and room.
In the corner is the illustration I mentioned in my essay,
where John Bringetto is shown taking a trumpet
solo at Café Mundo.
(Pens, markers.)
Thanks for checking these out! If you haven’t already,
take a gander at the other sections, as linked below: