Interregnum

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And...What's All This Then?






I have finished the first five pages of my attempt at a sequential comic.  Most of it is single pages, I am very far sighted now and have trouble working with less than a page of paper.  I need to outline this and then I will post it.  I am still withdrawing from social media and I do miss it so.  But no one misses me and that is something with which my ego up will not put. This is starting to tick me off, maybe I will never be top of the line but my work is not boring. 






So dull, so static.





So boring, so lacking in intelligence and completely ungrounded in western art.  I sure have some nerve thinking I can draw. 





My God!  Does this fool think he can draw sexy, dynamic men?  Everyone on the web can do better than this.  Just check out FurAffinity or Inkbunny, super genius artists the lot of them!





  Why anyone ever looked at my stuff is beyond understanding.






A humorous and self deprecating self portrait.  Not even any computer art! 






Marcel Bigeard leads an attack at Dien Bien Phu.  Now how fucked up a drawing can this be?
Where are the blowjobs and diaper porn?
Incroyable.







Suggestion is so inferior to graphic storytelling.  I have no idea what I am doing.





OMG.    It is so clear now why no one likes my art, no backgrounds and only my penciled in rabbits.  
Gosh, but I have been humbled.






Sir John Tenniel. No anthro artist alive, none, is in his class.







 Louis Wain.  The Fire of the Mind Ignites the Atmosphere.
Crazier than hell, and better than anyone currently at large!





Ennui itself.  George Herriman.





Oh dear, oh dear.  Pencil and ink, no computers at all.  Boy, how fucked up can someone get?
Kamandi, Jack Kirby.






Robert Crumb, The Cute Little Bearsie Wearsies.  I was in High School when I bought this masterpiece.   Oh, dear, no computer work at all.






I feel pulled in so many directions.  What shall I do?






I wish more people liked my art.    Oh well. Gosh, gee, fuck.
So much for sarcasm. If you think I am no good, keep it to yourself.  Better yet, fuck off.  Draw your own stuff.

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