I drew this while watching a dvd of the pilot episode of Twin Peaks, Season 1. There’s no connection with the David Lynch opus other than time proximity.
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Blow Job #2
This was drawn in 1989, as part of a one-man show at the “One Way”, a gay leather bar in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, United States. The show was titled “Recycled Erotica”. As part of the show, I did a series of 8” x 10” pen and ink illustrations of well-known comic strip and book characters in sexual situations.
I revisited this subject matter in 1991, for a one man show at “A Different Light” bookstore in Silverlake, Los Angeles, California, United State, called “Free Art”. This time the originals were 34” x 48” inched, on full sheets of 3 ply Strathmore Art Paper.
This drawing falls into the “minimal simplicity” category, in that I was trying to make my point with as little detail as possible. It looks a great deal like yesterday’s drawing, was done with the same tools (light pencil, Tombo brush pens) on February 11 2017. I think it achieves slight greater simplicity than the drawing posted yesterday of the same subject.
This drawing falls into the “minimal simplicity” category, in that I was trying to make my point with as little detail as possible. I suppose I could have gone even further and left out the body hair… oh well.
It was first executed in 2002.
This is a work in progress. I started it when I got my first computer in 2000 and set to learning Photoshop. V2 is the current iteration, done last night (September 2, 2016)
A blast from the past. This drawing was done on stationery from Celebration Theatre, back when my late husband, John Callahan, was the creative director (of Celebration Theatre)/
Al fresco sex with a construction worker. My drawings prior to October 1989 tending to be illustrations from various fantasies I nurtured in my head. However, in October 1989 I was struck by I car while jaywalking across Hyperion Blvd in Silverlake California, was in a coma for several days. When I came to, I found my erotic drawings no longer illustrated fantasies, they were just drawings of naked men. I lost interest in doing that kind of work for a few years afterwards.
Painted in gouache on re-used junk mail.