I draw! I paint! I write! I piss! And moan! You watch.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Untitled(BwrAGrnsABndngBrdg)
This is for my friend Jaime, who celebrated his 26th birthday today. Happy Birthday, Jaime. Hail Satan!
5 comments:
Anonymous
said...
it looks like a big hole in the landscape kind of going : blecccchhhhhhhh. is that what it is? puking? it must be, because those are unavoidable mouth marks on the edges of the hole there. so it's either puking or a very nice men's lace sleeve coming out of that mouth.
Thank you. I would post something on your artcrit blog, but I'm still having recurring nightmares from my grad school review board. If grad school is good for anything, it's a cure for one's hunger for critique.
As if such an appetite existed in the first place.
'Pat is the only one of my friends who
is an 18th-century roue. Despite what
people say about Pat's lack of "life-
skills", what he really lacks is "dying-
with-dignity" skills; instead he opts
for the "drink oneself to near-death
and then resolve to turn over a new
leaf with a transparent lack of
commitment" skill set. Pat is
surprisingly intelligent given the
prolific amount of booze and drugs he
has taken over his life. Which is to
say, he is mildly retarded. I have
known Pat for fourteen years, and at
the beginning he would play the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
verminiferous Gollum. Now, he plays the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
vicious, intolerant bigot. I'm amazed
we've stayed friends despite our
multiple attempts to derail that
friendship. By the way, Pat will die of
Hodgkin's disease.' --Bobcat, 2004
5 comments:
it looks like a big hole in the landscape kind of going : blecccchhhhhhhh. is that what it is? puking? it must be, because those are unavoidable mouth marks on the edges of the hole there. so it's either puking or a very nice men's lace sleeve coming out of that mouth.
neat blog.
Puking. Definitely puking. But smiling!
Dean,
Thank you. I would post something on your artcrit blog, but I'm still having recurring nightmares from my grad school review board. If grad school is good for anything, it's a cure for one's hunger for critique.
As if such an appetite existed in the first place.
Incidentally, anonymous, my next drawing will feature a man shitting a cravat.
Thank you for your attention.
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