This drawing and yesterday reminds me of Matisse and Picasso’s non-cubist etchings. If I do say so myself/
I’m going back on yesterday’s word almost immediately; I drew this
last month. I was drawing Spiderman, but decided to make the figure a random
nude man. What the hell, it’s my party and I’ll draw nude men if I want to.
You’d draw nude too if it happened to you.
I’m also flashing on “14 Hours”, starring Richard Basehart as
Richard Cosick, a disturbed young man standing on the ledge of a NYC skyscraper
threatening suicide. The movie subtly hints that Cosick (dig the name) has
serious unresolved issues with his sexuality (as in, he’s gay but it’s a movie
from 1951 so they can’t come out and say it). Barbara Bel Geddes plays his
fiance´, and his mother is Agnes Moorehead, which would fuck anybody up. Cosick
stays fully dressed throughout the movie however.
I sketched this drawing in my daily journal during the period in 1993 when I was illustrating “The Mark” for Dark Horse Comics. Even as I write, I’m doing a daily blog on Facebook, and on my www.raderofthelostart.com website, posting a page of the uncollected graphic novel and writing a short essay about the page or life events of that time, or of my philosophy of art or whatever else I deem appropriate on any given day I happen to be writing. In any case, I’m combing through my old journals to see what thoughts are spurred. In doing so, I ran across this sketch. Over the next few days ‘ll be posting drawings from my 1992-1993 journals.
Imagine that you’re watching
Alfred Hitchcock’s movie, “The Lodger”. Hitchcock needed to show his
characters, on the ground floor, reacting to hearing their tenant (the titular
Lodger) walking around above them in his second floor apartment. But it was a silent
movie, so Hitchcock resorted to constructing a glass floor on the sound stage
and photographing up through it to show a man walking around (from underneath).
This drawing is inspired by this sequence, though, in the movie, if the lodger
had been walking around nude the people downstairs wouldn’t have been able to
hear him.
This drawing was also probably done for last year’s “Inktober” daily drawing challenge on Facebook, but I’m posting it in this context because it’s a drawing of a butt, a Bob’s Burgers Butt, not that this means anything anymore.
This drawing gives a whole new meaning to “anal sex”. This drawing was done as part of last years “Inktober” daily drawing challenge, but I’m re-posting it now.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY.
This drawing has nothing to do with derriere, but it’s vaguely homoerotic so I’m posting it here.
This is the last drawing I did in the Daily Derriere series until July 12, 2013. I dunno whazzup with the funking date on the drawing; I did it in February, not January.
As mentioned in previous posts, my spouse, John Callahan died of metastasized prostate cancer (metastasized to his skeletal system) on February 17, 2013. On the day I did this drawing, I didn’t know when he would die, only that he would. But there was no way to know if it would be in a week or a month or 6 months or a year. He had been given a prognosis of 6 months to live in October of 2010 and outlived it by so much that he was kicked out of the hospice in July of 2012. John want to die at home so we were doing what we could do grant his wish.
So on the morning of Friday, February 15, 2013, I entered our house through the back door (my bedroom was in the detached garage) and immediately shrieked at the sight of John, lying in a large pool of his own blood. It seems he had gotten up to go to the bathroom and lost his balance, striking his forehead on the way down. I struggled to get him back into bed and staunch the bleeding. John chortled at the scream I gave out upon seeing him. I then called the hospice, and by 11:00 AM John and I were meeting with the hospice social worker, chaplain, and nurse to discuss John options; obviously from this point onward he would need 24/7 care. John dozed in the middle of the conference and I kept waiting for him to wake up so I could get his feedback.
He never woke up. On Saturday morning he started making weird rasping noises as he breathed, so I called the hospice, described it to the nurse who said that John had about 2 days to live; these were “death rattles”Sure enough, John passed at
around 7:00 PM on Sunday night, February 17, 2013, surrounded by friends and
loved ones.