i’ve been away.
now, I am not.
start the day right
I still have a copy of The Turnips of Progress somewhere. About fifty pages in, that ghostwriter just said “screw it, I’m writing Marxist erotica” and it. Gets. WEIRD.
Here’s a new thing I’ll try now and then! Same comics, reformatted into a square format to be legible and fit nicely on blogs and Tumbls. This one is even a little early, HOW ABOUT THAT
we all go downhill when we start to follow trends
on a speedboat.
the sky is tangerine there, in the evening, in the summer
It’s rare that I reblog anything I find on Tumblr, but this one is priceless. The flasher O’s bird and the drunk Boh man in the gutter definitely hit home, but the Edgar Allen Poe in a junkie lean is what makes this fine art in my opinion.
illustration for an in-class magazine spread on how to brand a city i.e. BALTIMORE gouache on shitpaper
this would be more poignant if the bird had some vicious bird junk to exhibit
first ever poe heroin lean?