At Work II

These are some jottings and studies for later drawings and comics, on a wide range of subjects: a series about a crying homosexual police officer without shooting license, a man's man in a job application, a guy on a pony with a colleague who knows someone who is a twin, concentration camps, and the dangers that come to pass when mosquitos captain oil tankers.

Observances on robots and energy saving lights, an unshone part of Superman's brain, slugs, and why we trust Chinese factory workers.

Donald Duck III

A drawing I did a while ago, of Donald Duck and Neighbor Jones, with a Pergamano Tracing Pen on A4 paper, in a Milt Gross page I redrew and slightly altered.

It is one of those boons of Hunt's Talks About Art (1883) to not only justify copying - even tracing drawings is defended, which wonderful little book contains many other merits.

And in this book a Jesuit scholar states that Descartes isn't really dead, and that he lives on the moon.

At Work

These are some notes on Hitler, Barbapapa, Moses, robots, foreigners, porn for women, and the Iranian Holocaust Museum that I should work out.

A year ago, or so, I bought one pencil and one tube of paint, to teach myself something about painting, holding as an example that old magazine of true fact detective cases, Women In Crime.

This one is actually from The Gestapo's Last Orgy, which holds some status in the naziploitation genre, although I wasn't touched by it, because I'm European, and wedded at eight in a christian child marriage to a fat stuttering farmer's maid from an adjacent village.

Donald Duck II

Two drawings I did a few months ago of Scrooge McDuck, on papier dessin à grain Clairefontaine 180 g (83 lb), with Joseph Gillott's Lithographic Pens 170 and 290, and a Pergamano Tracing Pen. The figure in the first one was drawn after Barks.

The background of the above drawing is, somewhat altered, done after a Doré engraving for Dante's Divine Comedy (Canto 7), the grand poem about heaven and hell he wrote to honor his love, but in which he, somehow, happened to spill lots of his talent detailly describing the tortures of people he did not like.