Time Passes

After finishing the first four pages of Bugfuck Palace I didn’t use the sketchbook for a while. I probably picked it up again because I needed a sketchbook and it was available. No point wasting it. The rest of the work in it dates from 1995 after Nizzibet and I had moved to Seattle.

In this particular set of sketches the only thing of significance I recognize is Chainsaw. He was a cat who adopted me back in 1993 when I was still living with the Potter. He hung out on our porch for months, probably stealing food from the other cats I was feeding, but otherwise being friendly and cheerful. I finally gave up trying to discourage him and when the Potter and I broke up I took him with me.