When images are worth a thousand words.

Physics vs. metaphysics

Back off, Picasso.

Party

Pens are fun.

Piracy or bust

If no piracy is involved please drive me home. I've got a book to read.

Grind

Santa

From the sketchbook.

Jeeves.

Sacche di sarcomi biliosi, solo l'odio ci aggrumerà.

Louis Armstron Wins Again.

Ladies, ladies, ladies #5.

Ladies, ladies , ladies # 4.

Two ladies (human+alien), soda, fire and a hot summer afternoon.  The fun never stops at Hello Planetoids.

Ladies, ladies, ladies #3. Tsura Futura.

Ladies, ladies, ladies #2.

Ladies, ladies, ladies #1. Kim Novak

Paper mate markers are the best. 2 bucks, no frills, and the ladies go crazy for them.

August

Drawn with a nice Uniball pen.

We must have ragù forthwith

Subway sketch.

There.

I am poet. I rhyme.

The Adventures of Pete Petardi ep. 1 & 2.

Ah the joy of drawing while traveling on hydrofoil! Pete Petardi was conceived and executed while en route to the island of Stromboli.

And now for some poetry...

Don't try it bub.

Bad relationship with your mother? Abusive father? Ex-girlfriend sleeping with best friend? Long magical summers of adolescence gone by? Pangs of impending middle-age? Don't even try it bub. You read the sign.

Honesty, the best policy.

Intermission

One has to wonder.

Gatto Squash

Comic Book Magazines I'll never make but I always wanted to #2

Working on a new Dan Dynamo story.

Inking on a tablet!

Entropy!

In Italian!

Screen tones!

Galaxy strut.

I used a very hard to manuver, very scratchy, Gillott nib for this.  

The Elbows - DUMBO, NY 1975

The Elbows - DUMBO, NY 1975

Before James Chance, Suicide, Lydia Lunch. They also had a rhythm section called The Knees, but they rarely performed together. They disbanded in 1976 when the singer was run over by an ice cream truck on Atlantic Avenue.

Some say it was an accident, but we knew better. "My Love is Like a Tubular Bell" was their best song. Everyone was humming it in the summer of '75.

The Unchained Oysters

The Unchained Oysters live on the beach in Detroit, circa 1985.

"The Unchained Oysters was the toughest band when I was growing up in Detroit. Two girls, vocals and very loud electric guitar. Their most popular song was "Don't Lie to me Fat Fuck". During the summer we used to go see them play on the beach. The guitarist played an old battered Silvertone Stratotone model that sounded like she was skinning a cat. She was the meanest of the two. Gave me a black eye once for "making eyes at her girlfriend". She used to go around with a brick in her purse, that kind of girl. I don't know what happened to them and sometimes I wonder where they are now. I remember lying on the beach in Detroit and watching the sun set behind the refineries, the black smokestacks, the grey palm trees, and listening to The Unchained Oysters."

Tessa. Fun with a Noodler's flex nib fountain pen