I usually don’t just sit down in front of my computer and grind out a Blog Post, but that’s what I’m doing today. No rough draft, no outline for a convoluted yet cohesive narrative. Just slap a few recent drawings up there, and see what happens.
Maybe my choice of title isn’t the greatest. I don’t know about you, but for me, the first thing that comes to mind concerning things that are let to rip is farts. I don’t let my clothes get ripped, and since I stopped drinking red wine at night, I no loner get ripped. So it’s only farts that are now let rip by me. And, I might as well admit it, not only to they rip, but now in old age, they tend to Un-Zip as a prolonged series of mini-explosions that occur when traversing the living-room wherein sits The Wife. Boy do I catch hell for that. But I can’t help it. It’s just combustion from all the health food she feeds me at dinner. I don’t especially enjoy sounding like a machine-gun, unless I can aim it.
Well, here’s a couple of drawings I let rip the other night. And like flatulence, I don’t just let one or two rip, I usually do a series. So there will be more coming soon.
Too bad you can’t smell stuff in cyber-space. Guess you can’t digitize a gas. I’d sure like to add some odors to my drawings. I would be kinda like experiencing them in 3-D, except ya use different sense organs. Savor these till the next time.