[UPDATE: Here's the deal. I just wanted to draw a guy with hands coming out of his head, and the guy I came up with ended up looking incredibly smug. So, I thought it would be funny if I wrote "CONFIDENCE" under him, as though his handtlers made him unbearably self-assured. And it was funny, to me. But to no one else. So, I've updated the illustration with something (hopefully) more interesting. The wallpapers, too. Hope you like it. ALSO! If you guys want to see wallpapers of any future Sketcharoos, let me know and I'll see what I can come up with.]

Hmm? Look, if I have to explain it then it’s not art anymore.

But it is a wallpaper: 1280 x 800, 1440 x 900, 1680 x 1050, 1920 x 1200, iPhone.

I’d like to be serious for a moment, if I may. There is a silent epidemic raging throughout this great land of ours*, a plague that strikes both young and old alike and could, in time, lead to population decrease and widespread nausea. I’m speaking of ugliness.

Now, I don’t mean inner ugliness, a blight on the soul that that be easily overlooked in times of great co-dependency. No, the kind of ugliness to which I refer is of a physical nature. It’s the kind of ugliness that arouses in the viewer a sort of awestruck horror, comparable to witnessing a car accident, or two elephants mating. I’m sure you know of what I speak. You, possibly, are afflicted with such great hideousness. If this is the case, and if you can read these words through your paper bag, know there is now hope. For there is now MOLE-X!

*USA! USA! USA!