“BIT of a TRIP”

DECEMBER ’O6.

Friggin’ winglin’ bastards takin’ up two seats with their friggin’ wings why don’t they just friggin’ fly if they got those friggin’ big-ass wings I don’t got no wings I gotta take the bus he don’t gotta take the bus.

Anyway, yeah. That’s Koor. (I gave him a name.) Uh, he’s a gargoyle, I guess. You know, like the sort what hang around gothic buildings. Usually no ties and waistcoats, that bunch. Nor mohawks, I’m not sure when the worked its way into the character design. Green. Guess he’s made of animate terra cotta of something. Basalt, maybe.

This is my study in reflection, B.T.W. It didn’t start out that way, but I realized that I drew the bus with an almost hemicylindrical roof, kind of like an airstream trailer, or a stainless-steel cigar tube. I thought there’d be a lot of strange reflections in that kind of environment so I went to town. Of course, airstream trailers don’t have stainless steel on the inside, but whomever designed this weird-ass bus thought that’d look real spiffy. He also thought hardwood floors might lend a touch of class to public transportation.