I’ve not written much lately. Good ideas come along (right now, I’m imagining a comic strip in which a child, after hearing about Santa Claus and the 24 hour journey to every good kid’s home on earth, leaves Santa milk and amphetamines by the fireplace), but I turn them over in my head, and procrastinate until the motive to sit down with them is gone.
Nevertheless I draw on.
And there’s not a whole lot to say about what I produce out of those moments when I’m drawing to avoid over-thinking some other, better idea, except, after the pen hits the paper for a few minutes, I’m into it. I start thinking of the next part. I start thinking about where I’m going to shade something in, and before I know it, something Pretty Good is happening.
Being, at heart, a lazy personality, I’ve cautiously resolved to do these kinds of spontaneous, strange works more often. I want to post one for every day in November, and either see what it produces or see what I’ve got leftover when the 30th rolls around.
If I were to call this image something else, it’d be “Caterpillar Bailiff,” because it seems that this little guy is being flown through space to trial, tools (the eye-thing) and evidence of the crime (pants) in tow.