An outlet for my brain when it fills with fire.
so you have these crazy break dancing kids with their phrenology chart caps and waffle-soled shoes out in your neck of the woods too, huh?
I need to move to your neighborhood, Vince. Topless conch shell-headed women doing handstands amidst flying XXL protoplasm must be the least of the attractions in Vinceland.I can just see the neighbors going over to each others' houses to borrow a cup of blotter acid. Which reminds me of a great joke.How many existentialists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?Two. One to screw in the bulb, and one to observe how the light bulb itself symbolizes a single incandescent beacon of subjective reality, in a netherworld of endless absurdity, reaching out toward a maudlin cosmos of nothingness.
Breakfast doodle? I had to laugh...Hey.V.W., Do you know the surealist painter Alberto Savinio? He was Georgio De Chirico's brother. He wrote operas, painted and othe stuff. Worth checking out.
I looked him up this morning. He did some interesting pieces.I'll dig deeper.thanks for the tip Thomas.
I tried drawing Ren from "Big Baby Scam". I'd love to see what you think.
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