If I didn't draw anthro I wouldn't draw at all.  It hurts no one and camouflages my lack of artistic education.  I still try to improve with every post.  It may surprise no one to know that I don't socialize much. 

     This is my take on Georges Leroux's painting of the western front.  I have always regarded this as one of the most terrifying images I've ever seen.  I like how the central figure, although doubtless scared, is poised to go forward and accomplish his mission.  People in the future will wonder why we ran our country today the way the generals ran the first world war when the alternatives were so obvious and clear.  Hell.  Georges Leroux. This is three years ago where I thought I could draw.  My rendering of this fantastic painting introduced humility into my consciousness, a first for me.  I know now that I can do a much better job but why bother? When I was a kid I always thought this a diorama. When he was a child, he wriggled and gurgled when his mother held him, until he fell asleep as she dreamed of what he would become. The British army offered a generous leave to any gun...

White Heat, 1949. d) Raoul Walsh.

     I wasted my youth thinking I was to unattractive.  Now that I know better, I have wisdom that I cannot profit from.  I am confident to the point of arrogance in my physical strength, intelligence, and decisiveness.  But I have never been able to believe that the ladies liked me.  I don't know why I let that bother me.  It must be because I know my inner landscape and it is good that no one else does.

     Werewolves make very bad neighbors.  They party all hours and eat drugs like popcorn.  This one has been up for a week and is ill natured.  They do not respect property or take responsibility for anything.  They are on the increase.  If you run or back down to them in anyway, you are doomed.       The Martello tower on the hill overlooks the Colorado, and was built by the Polk administration to repel the Mexican navy.  It cost over 2 million in 1840's dollars before it was discovered that the Colorado is unnavigable in any weather.

       Again with the beheadings.  I decided to post a late night sketch that seemed brilliant at the time.  This drawing means nothing and is really a cry for help.  Fuck it, post anyway.

     Tai Chi Saturday.  I am somewhat confident in the Long Form, and when I do even some of it with grace I feel wonderful.  This is the greatest excercise I've ever done, and I was High School Swim team for 4 years.  I spent the evening yesterday reading about Musashi Miyamoto and was slashing imaginary opponents with my air-sword every 5 minutes.  I love samurai stories and am not particuarly upset about WWII, anymore.  Tenno Hakka Banzai!      I need to add that I am well aware that Tai Chi is not Japanese, but Chinese.  That has nothing to do with it and as a typical American southerner, I would be hard put to identify either one on a map.