Monday, February 20, 2017

Happy birthday, David!


My dream car

Some of these babies are called "lead sleds". They're usually from the 1940s and have been heavily customized so that the '40s features are taken to an extreme. I love these, or anything sleek, classy, timeless, two-toned, chrome-bedecked, gleaming. I like cars that seem to have faces (all of them), or ferocious bared teeth. I like bulbousness. I find old cars voluptuous and even sexy. I have a "thing" for them, even though I don't drive. There's some sort of fetishy thing, there's a name for it - a woman married the Eiffel Tower, that sort of thing. I don't have that, but I have a small trace of it. Maybe more than a trace. Could I marry such a car? I could slide down its bulbousness. They call forth this feeling in me that I don't remember having before the last couple of years. Something must have happened to my brain.

Soft kitty, warm kitty

Fat man follies

A rather stupid animation I made in the middle of the night. I can't draw or paint worth a damn, or at least I think I can't. If I could, I could do my OWN animations from scratch, without using these stock figures. Surely I can draw cartoon figures like these ones? I like the white on black, since doing backgrounds is absolute agony. Originally, by the way, the figures were like this: