Archive for the Daily Draw Category
I rode to the clinic today. Yeah, fucking cold. And I’m one of those that goes “Cold? Bring it on.” It was below zero down in Chester Creek. I used toe warmers,
and I got a new pair of lobster gloves. I’ve been wanting a pair of these for a while. But as always I’m most proud of not freezing my piercings. Been there done that and it fucking hurts. Felt it in my knees, it is colder when I rode home. And I was really hungry. I guess I could have kept riding to Carrs and gotten something ‘healthy’ No way, I stopped off at Tommy’s! Slipping my spare hat over the box holding my burger and fries, I hauled ass home. It’s only half a mile, but the fries where almost cool. The burger rocked. Does any one know why fries don’t taste as good cold?
Cold and I have blankets over the front door. I have one between the kitchen and front room. When I hit the sheets I have one in the hallway. I’m going to have a huge gas bill next month. Which is nothing next to what Steve and Johanna have been going though. The pipes in the cabin have froze and been thawed, froze and thawed, over and over again this week. I think they are ready to lose it. No fun when you have to walk next door to pee or take a shit.
Between art ideas. But here’s a daily draw.
Yeah, that’s me alright. Get that way when it starts getting dark out. Go to work in the dark and come home in the dark. I might see the sun for 15 minutes on a break. Days off are a little better. It can still fuck with my head.
Some day I’m going to get my shit together on this blog.
Sometimes I have no idea why I draw what I draw.
At least it’s kinda pretty.
It has been a crappy day. My knees feel like they are in a vice.
It wasn’t dripping, it was streaming.
I don’t care, El Rancho is still the bestest home I’ll ever have.
Oh and today is a sad anniversary for anarchists. Today in 1927 a twin execution took place.
A great crowd assembled in Union Square on August 23,1927. A few minutes after midnight, prison lights dimmed as the two men were electrocuted. The New York World described the scene: “The crowd responded with a giant sob. Women fainted in fifteen or twenty places. Others, too overcome, dropped to the curb and buried their heads in their hands. Men leaned on one anothers’ shoulders and wept.”
Their ultimate crime was their anarchism, an idea which today still startles us like a bolt of lightning because of its essential truth: we are all one, national boundaries and national hatreds must disappear, war is intolerable, the fruits of the earth must be shared, and only through organized struggle against authority can such a world come about.
If wish I had enough spay paint and cover to get this on a wall. That would help me feel better.
Little Big Storm passed by about 9 pm-ish tonight.
Long day in The Box.
Both inspired this study. Working to size 4×6. I have some pieces of lino block that are the same. Hoping to have some fun on my next days off with my press.