Daily Constitutional

This series is unlimited. Think about that.

It just highlights the futility... course that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.

I think she looks better. But then, like Kermit, I’ve always been partial to green.

Pray for rain.

I almost believe she’s that sweet.

Duh... Dubya

A series from the last out of control regime. Apologies to the Wizard.

WTF? I know, I’m not sure either. This is three days into a new painting. Only thing I can say for sure is that it’s oil paint on canvas. 40″ x 60″. Lot’s o’ white to cover.

We have troubles of our own in the dis-united Queendom, a tiny island off the coast of Europe. Somebody needs to tell Jacob Rees Mogg that he can’t be a Catholic before being Prime Minister - only after.

What you see above is not what I intended. It’s the two pictures I meant to use. It’s the original idea (hardly) but the result is unexpected. I find it upsetting and confusing. In other words - - it’s a result! So long mental health!

You can also now find the production blog for this and other pieces over at onmydrawingtable.tumblr.com

It’s been too hot to work so I pulled this out of the archive. Who would’ve thought that this would ever look like the A-team?

A group of deadbeats occupy a large white house with several prostitutes. They hope for a better future for themselves but they eventually have to face the inevitable truth. Sad!

“The Deal was I get TWO scoops of vanilla.”

This a scan from my own copy of Marble Comics The Impeachers #4 from 1967 featuring the origin of Captain Asshole as he is found brain dead, but alive, partially encased in frozen wee. This is where the term yellow journalism originated. Fact.

Appointment in Baghdad.

Sadako Sanders: Well, that's all the business for today. Any questions? (Silence) Sadako Sanders: You. You have question? Reporter One: Me? No, not me. Sadako Sanders: How about you? You want answers? Reporter Two: Hell no. I wasn't even supposed to be here. The other guy ... Sadako Sanders: You then. You join me. Bottom of well. Cold. L-o-n-e-l-y. Reporter Three (crying): I got a wife and kids. I don't want to come here anymore. Lemme out. PLEASE!