Forest

'Twas a fascinating day for facial hair.

This picture is hanging in my brother's kitchen. Well, not this one, but a camera version. I felt the need to replicate it. The original shave job was a fine one, indeed. Note the handle-bar mustache/flavor-savor/free-floating-lightening bolt combo and how it attracts the eye and captures it's attention. This man doesn't wait in line. This man wouldn't tolerate your shit.



The only disappointment here is the lose of recognition concerning the triangular, "I believe in peace, Bitch" Tori Amos pendant hanging around the neck. A better artist would not have lost interest and fumbled it's likeness. A better artist would have got another pen when the ink ran out coloring in the dreads on the left side.

But, that guy doesn't draw pictures of my friends, so you're stuck with this.

Bane

I think I hate these drawings. I know, I know, you've heard this all before, but what the fuck? Of all the wonderous visions to be laid to paper, why do I have to capture this slow-moving bulk of information? It's nothing, it represents nothing and it speaks in mumbles and incoherent syllables of the tiniest proportions.

The good thing is that it's officially too big for one scanning.





and a lovely close-up

Dude can Draw!

These are simply the best etchings I've seen in a long time. They are by an artist named Willi Kissmer.







I have to go draw now . . .

Today's Mission

TomSide
Originally uploaded by stupidtool.

"I'm not an animal, I'm a zoo."

-Tom Robbins

He's got a new book of short stories out called "Wild Ducks Flying Backward". I'm gonna attempt to locate a copy in this small, closed-for-winter town.

Last night's growth-spurt

Kicked-back watching some Lewis Black DVD and got some drawing done. If you click on the image, then hit "all sizes" you can see the image closer to it's actual size (a bit bigger than real life).



The older section has some shading in it done with a 10% marker, the new section is still naked.

A fun game!

The rules are simple. Mash 'em up, artist and song title:

Policy of Spades, Depeche Motorhead


Go!

The Latest Incarnation of . . .

The little scratchy drawings. This is roughly the size of my fist on a 22 x 15 inch sheet of paper.



I got up early and got some drawing time in before going to work. Drank some orange juice instead of coffee and took a quick break to post.

Orbison & Son

No one had ever seen rock legend Roy Orbison without his sunglasses on.

Here's two things I have seen:
1. The Roy Orbison Pumpkin


2. Roy Orbison, Jr. hanging-out with Nico McBrain

In My Living Room

The tv voice from the other room sounds like it's coming from over the phone. The recipe of hears-voice and phone phonics mixes into a pretty convincing feeling that what I'm really hearing is the answering machine. Brain math. Voice + Phone + answering machine.

and i think about the blinking light.
it's red, not that forgiving blue tone some VCRs have.
every time the power goes out, the answering machine goes out, comes back on, and blinks until the message is set again.
I know it's in there blinking right now.

It'll probably still be blinking when you're reading this 'cause I have no intention of doing anything about it. Somehow, this imposed withdrawl from my appliance responsibilities brings me a certain pleasure. A policy of non-interference between me and my animal, vegetable, and mineral house mates is essential.
Laissez-faire ya'll. As long as it helps me screen my calls, the answering machine and I are on fine terms.
just fine.

Random stuff I like

I just got back from de-installing Missy's show in Columbus. It was a couple hours of driving and pretty smooth work. It was funny because the show was in the Municiple Building's entryway/space and they were having the Mayor's Court in session. These two big sets of double doors were open. Through the doors was a gigantic court room set up like a proscenium theater. It was very red inside. As I seperated pin shafts from heads, I kept over-hearing unsettling conversations near-by as the baffled constituents of the surrounding area got told things like, "Well, the Mayor will drop these three charges if you just plea to the D.U.I." No one ever wants to hear any shit like that and it made me glad to be such an upstanding citizen.

Melissa and I printed some germy looking drawings of mine onto a shiny black fabric. She made a badass cowboy shirt for me out of it.