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Drawing loose and lazy tonight


Sketching is going well

Firing up the studio after a long absence can be a lot of work, but I find it to be a lot easier if I simplify what it is I’m trying to say both visually and conceptually. These two guys represents all of the frustration I have these days towards my sexuality. Both “yes” and “no” seems to make sense right now. Happy Pride!


Happy Pride 2022

This drawing started with the thought of two dudes showing off each other’s dicks to each other in a bro kinda way, but as the pencil hit the paper it transformed into a tender romance of two cocks discovering each other for the first time. Like “oh wow! You’re just like me but different!” One more thick and stiff, the other pert and flexible. One bigger than the other. The way the image is cropped leads to interpretation. There’s a mystery to it. And I can’t think of a better image to represent PRIDE for UMM in 2022.


Online dating sucks donkey ass.

Happy Pride month my fellow non-married, non-open-relationship gay/bi bros. Everybody else could have an OK pride as well, I guess.


Getting back to my sketchbook

I’m trying to hit the sketchbook more these days. COVID-19 definitely has inspired a breakdown in my creative process, but I’m Slowly stoking my creative flames. Hopefully you will start seeing more content uploaded to the site weekly. Exploring new interests and current topics, but also diving into my past work. This site will always be sort of an experiment to me. So like the horny mad scientist that I am I’m ready to start experimenting.


2 dicks are better than one

I just wanted to draw some beautiful dicks this week. I like the composition, even though a set of balls got cut off at the bottom of the page(yikes!) but that only makes room for the cuddly bellies that frame the top. Despite the awkward cropping, this pic still makes me happy and horny. But next time I sketch crotches I’ll find a taller paper stock.


Mortimer is clearing the back log: Ink on Pixels

In attempt to get myself posting again, (and again, and again,) I’ve pulled out a few old ink drawings I scanned years ago. The original art work exists in a single spiral bound sketchbook located in my closet full of sketchbooks. Now they are completely bit-mapped. Rendered only in black and white pixels. The drawings were made from online porn pics, so you might recognize one or two of them.


Saturday night Mort Sketch

Just a late night sketch. Nothing too peculiar. But I feel there is a tension in the line that expresses my deep loneliness. Immediate, contemplative and many mistakes.Kinda sounds like my sex life over the past few years.