So, last night as I was falling asleep, I had this...vision, an image that became stuck in my head. I giggled at the absurdity of it and promised myself that I would sketch it up today. Then, I thought of that Seinfeld episode where he had that idea for a funny bit after watching a tv show. "Flaming piles of Magma" or some such thing. My image was of Salvador Dali as the Pillsbury Doughboy. Why? I have no friggin' idea. But, it made me chuckle. So, in the dark I sketched my idea, so I wouldn't forget.
It looks like a face with glasses. But no! Those 'glasses' are actually that Catalan mustache, with one side much bigger than the other. If fact, what looks to be the top of a head, is actually a swooping mustache. What appears to be a chin, is in fact, my loose, very loose interpretation of the doughboy's body. Wow. It's a good thing that I remembered, because if I had not, this sketch would not have helped me at all.
Here's more of what I had in mind. I replaced the chef's hat of the doughboy with the loaf of bread that Dali famously adorned for a photo op.
Hilarious.
