That’s what it feels like these days. Every day is a shit-show, and I get to watch it on TV whilst sitting in my recliner ( every old geezer has one, and here in Hansi-land we have His and Hers recliners – a sure sign of advanced geezerhood. Most nights around 8:00, a visitor from another planet would find old Hansi and The Wife kicked back in them recliners watching a Hallmark movie. I rarely make it to the end of the movie before falling asleep, cause I usually move from recliner to the sofa to a assume a more prone position; that’s when it starts to get interesting. By then my evening herbal medication is still working its magic, while I nod off into that nether-world of semi-consciousness and my
filthy imaginative inner mind takes over. Instead of the usual boy meets girl who is in danger of losing her cupcake bakery plot, things start to get a little more kinky and start to resemble a science fiction movie instead of a romantic comedy. So that wholesome looking sweet thing somehow turns into an alien queen from an evil planet hell-bent an dominating hapless earth-men with visions of interstellar intercourse and cosmic coitus that even Captain Kirk could not resist).
Oh well…I lost tract of the shit-show, so above is a new page of the drawings I cranked out in June. Below, something from the archives.
Usually I prefer to fill this blog with witty rants from a slightly over medicated point of view about how America is going to hell in a hand-basket. But I wanted to forgo a diatribe about cities burning because yet another black man has died at the hands of the police, looters ransacking already struggling business, while the incapable and incompetent leadership at the very top of government wants to get our minds off of the Corona pandemic and only speaks to the needs of his ever shrinking political base. Instead, I’d like to focus on my drawing, which is increasingly becoming a refuge and “place of safety”
during these end times during these chaotic times which is not yet approaching the shit that went down in the 60’s but is getting pretty damn close. Oh well…gotta take solace in the fact that some things never change, and hop into my own little world where everything is fair, everyone is safe from harm and nothing is scary unless ya take a little bit too much medication – but that goes away fast, and it’s totally worth it.
So…this is a page in one of my smaller sketchbooks (brown paper). Can’t have too many sketchbooks and different sizes. Never can tell when ya might wanna draw the same ol’ crap you’ve been doing for years in a bigger size. My bigger sketch books look pretty much like the smaller ones. They are just filled with more small sketches because their pages are bigger.