Travis Wilburn doodlins

When I went to Barnes and Noble last week and whipped out the ole sketchbook, I was surprised to discover that I still vaguely remembered how to hold a pencil. I drew some customers, then felt like a creeper and decided to draw from my imagination instead.

My boyfriend, Travis, is a pretty talented dude. I guess I had his music on my mind, because this is what happened:


Expect a digitally colored revision in ink. Also, less crappy type on the word "travis"

Day Job

Hey guys. I'm sorry for being so scarce of late. I work a lot. I also cut people's hair, drive places, drink gin and tonic like it's going out of fashion, and try to exercise. These days, drawing comes last.

However, it's not as though I haven't been making things. I just haven't been making things that I can legally post online. It's all copyrighted to the University of Kentucky.

Here's my office:
This is the stadium I work inside. I see this when I walk 10 paces outside my office door. Pretty neat.










I love being able to wear comfy clothes to work.












This is my desk. No, that isn't my name. That wooden structure beside the desk is an engraver and we like to stick the nameplates with errors on 'em around the office.