“UNTITLED NO ZERO in NORMAN ROMANESQUE.”
DECEMBER ’O7.
The symbolist in me loves bricked-in windows.
I’m not going to lie to you, I have no problem whatsoever drawing the same little thing over and over and over again until I fill the page. It’s meditative.
It bothers me when illustrators draw patters on their subject’s clothes but instead of drawing a pattern that conforms to the shape and folds of the cloth, they just fill in the area with a two-dimensional pattern. So lazy. Cartoonists do it all the time.
So yeah, this is a red coyote dude in a glitzy waistcoat, listening to an ancient radio with a weird green-eyed fox dude, where I’m not really sure.
