This is part of the portfolio drawings from 1988. The scruffy fellow is August Thyme. No deep meaning behind the name. I liked the sound of it. I rarely name characters with any deeper intent. I choose names because I like how they sound when I say them. There’s a personal music in them.
August is a villain. I say is because he’s still wandering around the corridors of my imagination. He collects people’s souls in that little medical bag of his.
We finally had our IRS audit this morning. Probably have to pay some taxes on things we thought we were allowed to write off but apparently we can only write off if we were making money. The auditor was a nice guy. Not at all the power-mad psychopath that we assume all IRS auditors are.