The Bloated Nose; he swells, he bursts. Yet still the illness remains. It's like pudding, only nasty.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Honestly, now.
They say (whoever "they" are; have you ever met "they"? I keep hearing about 'em but still haven't encountered 'em after 40 years) "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade."
I say when Life knocks you down, give Life the finger. Then get back up and give Life utter hell.
I've been lucky enough to see the original sketchbooks, and they're little tomes of gold. Personal, wonderful. If only we'd thought to actually DRAW at that pub! Too much to talk about in person. :"D
Artist. Draws stuff. Paints stuff. Feels brilliant, then has attacks of angst and woe. Combats these periods with gin and tonics. Has two dogs and way too damn many books. Has escaped the sticky embrace of SoCal for the sopping-wet hug of his beloved Northwest.
6 comments:
Great stuff Anthony, I really enjoy your line work man..
You are a sweet man, Square Pixel Lad. :D
I've been lucky enough to see the original sketchbooks, and they're little tomes of gold. Personal, wonderful. If only we'd thought to actually DRAW at that pub! Too much to talk about in person. :"D
Yeah, give Life a beating!
Keep posting!! Your doodles rock!
Here, here.
Congrats on the fine work in Spectrum, btw. Hope all's going well in your (actually, our) neck of the woods.
Might as well. This guy looks like he's had too much of the lemonade.
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