Saturday, June 27, 2009

Friday on the Queens Bound N

Coming home from work yesterday I saw the coolest looking guy ever on the train and decided when I got home I was drawing him, so here he is. As per usual, I didn't leave myself enough room on the page for his feet so his cuffed courdroys and scuffed up shoes are missing, but such is life.

Any guy with enormous portrait tattoos, one of them a lucha libre wrestler, is a winner in my book.


  1. This guy looks kinda of like you with long straight hair. A bad ass.

  2. You're kind, but sadly no. This guy was WAAAAAAY more bad ass than I will ever be, at least until I get my own tattoo of lucha libre wrestler, or perhaps a gun-wielding rodeo clown.