Published by hey, that tickles
blowing bubbles of giggling somethingness and why-not-itude, a creative laxative, a provocateur of visual burps and farts (ie: until the end of 2019 as design department head at the creative circus, and frequent side-hustley designer of brandy designy stuff) – but also my every-other-time-o'-day approach.
hopefully this stuff is easily sharable, lots funner than having to read a lot, and not a big investment of time.
i hope you enjoy.
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hey, that tickles 
I love this drawing. You were in your monkish years. A powerful time for you in its own way, for sure.
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indeed. monkish but very productive. much of these drawings (with more to come!) were done then. and the trip through time is a wild one — often i don’t remember what i was thinking, but glad it did it.
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Yeah…I often try to figure out when things were taking place…
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and what was happening around that moment! oh, the feelings and memories start a-swirling!
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Sorry…there’s more. This drawing is like a poem. The creases in the chair do it for me. And the ottoman just a little too far away from the chair.
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one viewer thought the bundle on the floor next to the chair was my pants. it was really my soft slouchy book bag. oh, the things we see!
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Funny. In my version, it IS a pair of pants and a bunch of other stuff too.
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