more drawings of strangers
a sketch i did of a girl who was eating her breakfast this past saturday. i would assume she did not know i was drawing her. i’ve been thinking a lot about the notions of “walls”. not physical walls as much as the walls we put up. or that i put up. what we’re allowed to share and what we’re not allowed to share. here i am posting on the internet and it’s fascinating to me to think about what is “okay” to post and what is not “okay” to post. is this ok to post? maybe someone will find it and yell at me via comments. like “yo take down that drawing of me that no one knows is me”. some dude at the restaurant i was drawing at was wearing a fraternity shirt for “hoots and halos”. the “hoots” looked like it was maybe for an owl, but kinda weird for a school with methodist in the name, i thought.
above is the cup i drank coffee from, and i am jack’s wasted moments in which he should be catching up on the sleeps.
I like almost every sentence that starts with I am Jack’s wasted…
It feels like pig latin for man-boys.
When the terminators do come to kill us all I will utter, with my dying breath, I am jacks wasted human race.
agreed, good sir.
and have you heard of man-boy pig-latin club? the stand-up comedian who started it is a great, great man. i hear he only gets three hours of sleep. and the first rule is…