a short analog history of digital illustration… kind of. micron brush pen, .01, .005, cheapo markers and crayon.

text: “Why in fact should one tell the truth? What obliges us to do it? And why do we consider telling the truth to be a virtue? Imagine that you meet a madman, who claims that he is a fish and that we are all fish. Are you going to argue with him? Are you going to undress in front of him and show him that you don’t have fins? Are you going to say to his face what you think?…”
— Milan Kundera (Laughable Loves)

crayons / no restraint, crazy hair, violent spray bottle.

bowling, death, and the apocalypse

The ubiquitous beard….

I actually decided to put more than a few minutes into a drawing, for once. I did this one from my head with a fairly new Micron .01 and Photoshopped the background. It’s a bit of a hipster drawing but I like it. Who do you think they look like? http://www.flickr.com/photos/jesudesu/

“What happens when you get old is your skin falls off and you bleed like a stuck pig,” said the old lady buying lotion. An hour or so later, an old man with incredibly hunched shoulders came in. He was wearing suspenders.

More crayon love evoking something more like hate (but in a loving way).

script on left: “if you can’t make them cute, make them creepy.”

script on right: “If the band Heart were ever in a brawl, I hope that the lead singer would organize a charge by saying, ‘Heart, attack!’ “

I guess I did more philosophizing about the make-up of the human face than drawing it this time. I’ve been getting interested in matching the formal attributes of writing, like Cy Twombly, with those of my looser drawings.

The human ego is like a komodo dragon…
You decide how.