Nasty things are going on all over my house. Intercourse, couplings, hookups…call it what you will. Every once in a while I catch these devious devices in the act and document their depravity in this series of drawings.
My friend Steven Horowitz and I have created a comic strip about the legal aspects of bankruptcy. It’s called Bankruptcy Bill (the guy on the left above is Bill himself). Steven is a former attorney who works in the bankruptcy field. He writes the strips and I draw them. Due to the obvious humor potential and the universal appeal of the subject matter, we are sure that we’ll make millions…or go bankrupt. We’ve posted a couple of the strips, so take a look:
Here is my garbage from the past weekend, swaddled in another patriotic plastic bag (made proudly in the USA!, sez the bag). Thanks to James Pertusi for the title!
Yesterday’s garbage, mostly Milo byproducts: wipes & diapers.
This is a preemptive strike, as I won’t have time in the studio tomorrow. I’ll be celebrating Milo’s 3-month birthday and the completion of Julie’s deadline for the Chicago Art Fair with a family day, most likely to consist of a long walk and a picnic in Prospect Park. Autumn foliage, cute little pudgy baby all bundled up, something tasty to eat…what could be better? I’m a lucky guy.
He’s turning into a little person now. No longer just a blob of screaming flesh, he smiles, makes funny sounds, and tries to grab things. He’s kind of like a friendly drunk. Julie and I are exhausted, irritable, and utterly in love with him.
He is still unable to move his massive head, which is how I was able to draw him hanging out on his changing table, staring into his little mirror (narcissistic little bastard!). His limbs, which are constantly flailing, are sketchy and represented in an approximation of a momentary pose.
It’s been a rough week…I’m wussing out on the everyday posting. Been busy taking care of the little boy while Julie busts her ass to finish work for the Chicago art fair. Also working on a comic strip with my friend Steven, I hope to post some of those here soon. Here is a drawing of this morning’s contribution to America’s landfill:
There’s something wonderful about American flags printed on plastic bags. It wraps whatever’s inside in the warm glow of patriotism. In this case it’s mostly packaging from boneless chicken thighs, some bacon grease, and an old can of dried up gesso. Actually, what it really makes me think of is a great Randy Newman song.
This is part of the night feeding series, drawn over the course of several late night Milo sessions. These are the items on my nightstand, clockwise from center: funky chinese lamp, water pistol (for squirting the cat when she claws the screen), a lumpy ceramic cup made by Julie, my night guard, air conditioner remote control, a tube of homeopathic ointment, an alarm clock, and our cordless phone.