Wednesday, July 29, 2015
So, about a week or so ago I was having breakfast with some buddies and I was talking with my godson Sam, whose is almost ten, about sharks. Somehow the question came up, 'what if sharks had hair?' After the obvious Elvis and James Brown references, the idea of a hippy shark was mentioned, you know, with a flower in its hair and everything. So, here's a sketch of said shark.
Someone has to teach the boy to think outside the box...
Actually, Sam is very knowledgable about all things sharks. He even knows what a Helicoprion shark is. So, we can talk.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Like my last Visigoth post, this one a minor transgression, but since I haven't posted much in between doing some larger projects, a bunch of sketch cards, a weathervane and cleaning and restoring statues, here's a quick sketch from a brief encounter.
As I was leaving Kevin's house this afternoon, there were a few younger teenagers on their bikes in the street right at the end of the driveway. I actually had to back up farther and go around them as they wouldn't move. As I driving by, one of the kids nods his head to me with the usual "I'm a arrogant dumbfuck' look that one gets when dealing with such a lot. I had the impulse to roll down my window and give him a teachable moment and tell him that little boy assholes only impress other little boy assholes.
But, I took the high road.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
I thought I'd show my original drawing for the cover of the black and white collected edition (50 Shades Of Stoopid) of our Stoopid Stuf cartoons. I liked the spacey look on the snail.
Available from either of us and Amazon.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
So, this encounter actually happened a couple of months ago, but haven't updated about these kinds of critters because I've been pretty busy. Anyways, this old guy was driving his car all over the place. Not in a clueless pattern, he knew exactly what he was doing, not giving a rat's ass what anyone else though or was doing. So, he cuts me off, zips up, cuts off another lady, does it again and when he's satisfied that he has pissed off the appropriate amount of people, he slows down to the speed limit. After a bit, I get up along side him and am ready with the finger, and I see the bald old guy with a sneer of his face, but with the most ridiculous, yet awesome set of thick red glasses I've ever seen. Elton John meets WW II bomber. My irritation really subsided at this point, because this guy has a story, a real character. I won't use the 'people suck' label o this guy, he gets a pass.
Oh yeah, and he could care less about what I thought....