"Hello, ladies. Wanna be in my sketchbook?"

Being an artist must be a pretty decent racket. I mean, how easy would it be to walk around with a sketchbook, step up to  random, beautiful women and ask them if I could sketch them? And then to actually have the skillz (notice the 'Z', in 'skillz', people - that's next level) to back it up? Let's just say that my Friday nights would be very busy.

Anyway, here's some images that I found when I visited his house. I think it's pretty obvious which part of this model's body Eric was focused on. Focused like a laser. There's a whole lot of these drawings, but I got tired of scanning so this is what you guys get. And I think he just threw in the random shot of the hands and feet to make it seem like he's not a complete pervert.

When I asked him if he was going back to the next live model drawing session, the resounding answer was, "Hell yes."

That's my boy. Sometimes I envy this pervo bastard's life.