Monday, September 08, 2008

DIRT IN THE AFTERNOON

That sour-milk smell, the chocolate, the red thing. Yeah, yeah, I get it. Where's the bar?

10 Comments:

Blogger Jake said...

Great work , as always! You stretch my imagination in ways that no one else can!

5:58 PM  
Anonymous Patti said...

Oh, that's your house! Is that cat coming in or going out?

8:40 PM  
Blogger PowellB said...

Love, love, love this here drawing.
But, what's the deal with the ball on a string hanging just left of the door under the ship's fin?
Is it attached to the ship?

I think the string should continue up and be part of the curtain.

(That's right, in a wacky drawing like this, I'm questioning the ball on a string.)

6:21 AM  
Anonymous toby g said...

that's rad

7:54 AM  
Anonymous Ellery Sorkin said...

Thanks for teaching me a new word:
paroniria

Your work is provocative, summoning the ghosts of Escher and Dali.

EL

sorkin999@yahoo.com

9:36 AM  
Blogger Herr Gilke said...

Man!

2:32 PM  
Blogger Dave said...

Brain goes ka-splop.

8:20 PM  
Blogger BenBertin said...

that was my weekend.

12:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lucy, someone has some splainin to do.

3:43 PM  
Anonymous Richard Smith said...

I thought I saw a partial draft and a color version of this, but now cannot find it. They would accompany this beautiful work well.

1:21 PM  

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