John Martz

It Crawled From the North

After being yanked into consciousness by the sound of a phone ringing this morning, I was greeted by my throbbing head to the world of the most deadly of hangovers (thanks to one too many birthday pints from a seemingly endless free-flowing Steamwhistle fountain).

However, I did not stop to nurse my throb-a-thon—I jumped right into the day’s focus: sketchcrawl.

I didn’t spend too much time outside, but the moments I did I was busy struggling with an endless stream of Santa Claus parade attendees that all wanted to get onto the subway at the same time as me.  So with that and my late rising, I didn’t get as much drawing done as I would’ve liked (or as much variety).  But it was otherwise great, and I’ll being doing it again soon…