Wouldn’t it be weird if we could just walk around and change colors at whim. I’m not talking about me turning from an old white man into an old black man. But what if ya wanted to, based on the environment, you had the ability to turn orange, or maybe even have blue dots all over ya. Should, of course the situation warrant. You’ve heard of being ‘green with envy’. Well, if that manifested itself in diamonds, you’d know it was a bad case.
Emotions have colors. Depression is blue. Rage and anger is red Cowardice is yellow, and white is pure, black evil. The Wife often asks me why I show all my “pornographic” drawings all over the internet, “Aren’t you embarrassed?”. Turning pink, I respond, “why no sweetheart, it’s not ‘porn’, it’s art. And all my Internet friends say they really like it”. Wonder what color you turn when you’re lying’ your ass off? May be orange with yellow hair?
Should be May June, July. It’s more orderly, sequential, and they follow each other on the calendar. There’s a seven month gap in there when I didn’t visit my sketchbook. Maybe I take my sketchbook for granted, it’ll be there, waiting for me. Wonder if it gets pissed at me for not paying enough attention?
There is, after all, a whole world in there with a life of its own. When my sketchbook is closed, all the drawings start movin’ around, and sometimes even go to other pages (but that rarely happens as they are usually to busy defiling one another to go anywhere else). When I open my book, they all immediately freeze and try to pass themselves off as the real deal, but sometimes they’re just a little too slow.
I stopped blogging way back in 2015 after I started thinking that this whole blogging business is was a total bunch of bullshit. But upon reflection – a few years later – I think it was fun bullshit. (Every thing is a matter of degrees. There’s felony bullshit, and misdemeanor bullshit. Mine is kinda like an infraction: you can get fined but no jail time.) Come to think of it, this whole Hansi’s Hallucinations is bullshit. It’s content is bullshit, publishing it is bullshitting, and it’s consumption (your part) makes one therefore, to become full of bullshit.
Anyway, all bullshitting aside, the reason I’m posting after all this time is because I met a real-live person, who wasn’t a relative who politely checked out my blog only to find it crude and disgusting, who was a follower. My thirty eight year old son finally got married and invited a friend who’d actually made comments and all that. Trippy…I know. Hard to believe that behind all that folks out there blogging, there’s a real living person (wish I would’ve know that earlier).
He encouraged me to post again. I hadn’t stop drawing, in fact I’ve been doing quite a lot, so here ya go. While not Total bullshit, they do have an odor of steer manure. Also don’t read too much into the subject matter, it’s just a vehicle for me to play with color, line shading and volume. If you think I this stuff is in anyway erotic or suggestive, well…You’ve got a Dirty mind. And shame on you for your phallic obsessions and please keep your filthy thoughts to yourself.
Oh yeah…. Sorry for using the word shit so much…it is kinda gross. But since our President has used it publicly, especially when describing foreign countries, I feel the door has been opened and bullshit normalized, for he does set the standard, especially for our Youth.
S.O.S. The Same Old Shit. One of the big dangers of being fully retired with no intention of ever working another day in your life is: doing the same ol’ shit. You know. The same thing every day. Kinda like going to work and having a career (long term doing the same ol’ shit): eating at the same time every day, watching the same shows every night (Dancing With The Stars is on tonight – Oh boy!). Every afternoon puttering around in the garden, reading, making a salad for dinner, eating, having a little ‘medication’, listen to old records for two hours, followed by watching some more bullshit on TV, and then it’s off to bed. Sounds like a full day to me [I never found working for a living that damned fulfilling].
Well, as groovy as doing the same thing everyday is – and don’t get me wrong, when you got your day finely dialed in with all your favorite activities included, life don’t get much better than that. It’s pretty cool. But sometimes…I start to loose interest. How can that be? I’m doing all my favorite things, all the time, (I’m a firm believer in ‘If a little is good, a lot is better’). Things start to get boring.
That’s exactly what happened to my drawing. I found myself drawing the same thing (old shit) over and over again. So I stopped. That’s one way to get rid of a stubborn nagging problem; just quit (or leave her). The worst part was, it affected my blogging. Although this is not an art blog, my drawings always feature prominently. Not that they are necessarily related to the verbiage: drawing is drawing and writing is writing, and never the twain shall meet. But now I make an exception. Here’s something new…on black paper. Trippy, don’t cha think?
Sometimes I sure wish everything was in black and white. Maybe that’s why I’m hooked on old TV shows from the fifties and sixties. A lot of that stuff was only in black and white. It wasn’t until the late fifties that things started showing up in color. “W0w! I saw color TV” was the big push for RCA color sets. Early color TV was a little cheezie, not like the high definition, mega pixel flat screens of today which are so clear you can see the hairs growing outta peoples noses. [That’s something I gotta stay on top of every now and then or else there’s a virtual rain forest of hanging vines cascading from my nostrils. No hairs in my ears yet – a sure sign you’re a full fledged geezer].
I wish things were simple like in the old TV shows. The ‘good guys’ always won, and the bad guys always lost (you tell them cause they always wore black). Doing the right thing always prevailed, like in The Rifleman, and those who didn’t usually ate shit (they were the sleazie looking guys who constantly looked over their shoulders). Choices were easy; either black or white. It’s when I became an adult, that I realized everything is a shade of grey. Not like in the movie by that name, which was all about kinky sex and perverted relationships and still so poorly made that most found it boring despite being loaded with all that good stuff.
Nope. There’s no black or white issues. Everything is a matter of opinion, or has a ‘spin’ on it, except the above drawings, they’re in black n white., and without spin.
Sometimes whilst enjoying my nightly ritual of altering mind states, I like to sit and draw. Whatever the old pen I stole from work puts down on paper I just go with and see what happens. No dreaming up a bunch of unrelated verbiage to go along with it. I don’t like to comment on my drawings. They pretty much stand (or fall) on their own. No need for explanation; they are what they are, but then again so is everything.
This isn’t a serious art blog. Most of the time the verbiage and rants are what feature prominently and the drawings are thrown in as filler. Sometimes the drawings are the main feature, and the verbiage is filler. Like this post.