“Listen Up!”

I always hated it when someone in a crowd shouted, “listen up”.  If I wanted to “listen up”, well then I’d stop bull-shitting and shut my mouth.  But obviously, because I wasn’t actively “listening up”, that meant I was much more into bull-shitting, and listening only to myself.  However, if the person yelling “listen up” was your Mom, then I did shut the fuck up.

Back in the Golden era of  Hansi’s Hallucinations ( I thought I’d link it to see if some readers  were mindlessly spaced out ; and click on my link only to have it return them to the start of this post and  re-reading the first part, only to brainlessly click on the link again and start over and over and over again.  Could be a trip getting locked into an endless mind-bending blog link-loop).

Anyway, for those few not stuck in a mindless blog link-loop, what I used to do was dream up some bullshit and then illustrate it.  Sometimes even the drawings were bullshit, and only remotely  illustrated what I was saying metaphorically.  Now, I’m drawing the illustrations first, and then having to come up with some B S as filler.   And with both approaches, at least one thing has remained constant.   Bullshit.

I wonder if you practiced yoga long enough, could ya stick one of your toes  into your nose?  Two would even be better. You’d have to be pretty limber to do that.

I’ve been doing a lot of ink drawings lately.  “Pen and Ink” is a medium unto itself.  Different techniques, cross-hatching, etc.  But when it comes right down to it, pencil drawing is just so fluid, and allows me a more softer, subtle line.

The top one is Ink, the bottom two, pencil.