Another troubling peek inside my brain via random left-handed scribbles turned into faces.

Sometimes by Thursday I’m nearly sapped of mental energy. Got some big ideas for the weekend, though.

Long day; figured I’d just do a quick sketch of Dave. Unfortunately, by the time I quit, Ferguson was on. Yaawn.

My apologies for my strict adherence to the “all cartoon characters have crossed eyes” crutch. (Cue Steph unfriending me on all major social networks.) Legit Stephanie for reference: Edit 10/27: By popular demand, here it is with her eyes uncrossed. Okay, they’re still a little crossed. I realize I have a problem. I can quit anytime.

Ah, the caricature. Seems there’s no easy route to grasping it; like everything else, it’ll just take practice. Before tonight’s attempt, I watched some YouTube videos by this kid Sycra Yasin, who makes everything look way too easy. He seems to have many different approaches to caricature, but the one I latched onto was breaking the face into geometrical planes. For example, here’s evidence, roughly traced from a photograph, of how I earned the childhood nickname “Squarehead”: