I've kept journals full of sketches since grammar school, which I realize in and of itself is not that impressive.
My progression from triangle shaped women and abstract cats to scary toilets and fleshy candy addicts however, should elicit at least a sharp intake of breath, if not a full fledged swoon.

More often than not these sketches remain in their spiral bound, acid free ivory towers, silently mocking me.
Here is a handfull of my favorites from the past few years

Click the thumbnails to see larger, more radical versions. Have a spotter ready to catch you while you're swooning.