An outlet for my brain when it fills with fire.
Giving Mr. Hood the change.
The receiver is always me in my mind.Not that I don't feel compensated for my time,I surely do. I think these are leave overs from an earlier time when I was washing pots and what not for my bread.Inevitably in the process my mind would wander to how much am I making per minute while surrounded by steam, brow sweat and the varying smells wafting up out of all super crusted pots. It was always a depressing path to follow.That scarf is supposed to be made from a dollar bill (holy shit I just heard thunder. Happens too rarely in LA)But I didn't draw it very clearly.
Wow, her nickel is floating away.And she seems to thrilled about it!It's a strange metaphor about my life.How incredibly and backwardly profound, Vince!
Or is it floating down toward her?
So this is an example of an older sketch? The time card series is an intentional practice for you spanning the years? That's inneresting. Good to know.
No,N. it's a sketch from last week. But scar tissue from twenty five years ago.
mmm..scar tissue...nice one, Vincent!
Post a Comment