As I step forth, one foot at a time, into the weekend, I offer this humble bit of ink and paper and what all. As Jerry Lee Lewis would probably say, "Think about it, darlin'."
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
There's holistic and then there's just holes. I've liked this page from a recent moleskine sketchbook spread. But the elements just didn't seem to warrant a scan as a whole. You got the "cheese" gal, who is sporting the most Dan Clowes-ian mouth I've ever attempted to bestow upon a character.
Then you got this guy above, who seems to be my own personal meditation on decapitation and manifest destiny, if you will.
And then this guy, I don't even wanna think about too much.
But when you separate these images out and then put 'em back together again, the chemistry seems to coalesce into some kinda sparity as opposed to disparity. I mean, maybe.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
I think about outer-space. Both as a reality, and as a metaphor-like. Sometimes I think about the tv show, Lost in Space, too (or three). When I was a kid, I used to watch it in syndication on Sundays, if I was lucky enough not to have to go to church, that is. "Rebirth yourself," was a phrase I caught from some redneck talking about drug rehabilitation, "You got to rebirth yourself," he said. It can be a fine line between poets of the ages and babbling moe-rons.