Poker Pigeons

Okay, this is the last of the cleaned and found drawings (well, probably not the last considering just how many other piles and mounds of papers, pads, etc. I have lying around). I think I did this while at a hospital, but I can't be sure. The fact that it appears to be a spin on the classic Dogs Playing Poker painting and seems to denote a bad pun involving the idiomatic 'pigeon', it's quite possible I wasn't inspired by anything at the time.

However, there is an odd feature of the drawing that is puzzling the hell out of me. The berets, the bottle of wine and the striped shirts (which I know from old movies to be a sort of Parisian fashion cliché), seem to indicate the pigeons were French. It's going to be driving me nuts for decades to come as to why I would make the pigeons French.

And before you say anything, I know there's nothing supporting the table... It's art, dammit.

Nest

This was one of a few drawings I uncovered while cleaning up (something I make a habit of every decade). As usual I have to play Sherlock Holmes and deduce that it was most likely done around christmas due to the pear tree. It reminds me to keep jotting down notes like this just to remind me of the inspiration. An especially good habit when your memory isn't exactly... what's the word? Just had it on the tip of my tongue... dammit.

Well at any rate, It's a good habit.

Horse

All I'm going to say about this one is that I love horses so much that I deeply regret never having spent any time really practicing to draw them. I mean, for the love of god, I made this thing look like an escapee from the powerpuff girls.

Chef Nurse Superman

I know I drew this, but I can't for the life of me remember why. There is a nurse, and I've spent my fair share of time in hospitals. But other than that, I'm clueless. I'm fairly certain I was never in a situation where an italian chef was calling for superman... On the other hand I used to drink quite heavily so anything's possible I guess.

Anger

This was an attempt to express the rage I felt during a childhood outburst when I was very young. The details of the event are foggy to me now but the sensation of the blind rage I felt is still clear. I even experienced visual distortions that gave me a personal grasp of the very expression 'blind rage' itself. The anger was so palpable it felt like a separate entity, consuming my sense of self and carrying me along like a piece of flotsam on a white water river.

But I'm feeling MUCH better now.

Viking Hot-Spot

DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.
ERIK THE RED WOULD HAVE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF A HOT-SPOT TOO.

Sometimes I stop to scan various stages of a drawing, as I did here from the pencil sketch to the inked version and finally the colored pencil.

Keep Smiling

Sometimes when someone I care about is having a rough time, words alone feel insufficient. Sending something like this may also fall short of conveying as much as I'd like, but it's a bit closer.

Pressure

I don't do well under pressure. Clearly I need to re-evaluate the whole drawing a day thing.

Possessions

I never did get that damn book back, btw.

Sleeper Caution

Considering the Consequences.