Flaming Artist
Twas not my intention, but this ended up looking like Ed Asner, sort of. Not too surprising as Ed Asner was my first love as a 12 year old hitting puberty in the early 70’s. In fact, I realized I was gay when, while fantasizing about Lou Grant fucking Mary Richards, I replaced her with myself and found the fantasy much more successful.
Now HERE is Tony Soprano, if
not James Gandolfini. Here I am attempting a specific likeness of a specific
character, not merely drawing one of my “clones of desire” (a concept
articulated by the brilliant philosopher Dale Lazarof, writer of “Sticky” and “Manly”).http://prismcomics.org/profile.php?id=1496
It also puts on display my
continuing struggles with Photoshop. Basically I did a fake pen and ink
drawing. The only benefit I derived from using the program instead of pen and
ink on paper was the endless ability to re-size and re-do. Nothing to sneeze at
for sure (the lack thereof an ongoing frustration with the real thing) but
there’s more to the program than that. Hell, I’ve taken a couple of classes in
the damn thing. I just can’t make myself practice using the program
consistently enough to get adept in it.
This
drawing is not intended as an affront to Gandolfini or his mourning friends and
family. I like to think he would have approved, based on the scene in
“Sopranos” where his seated character displayed a hard-on through his pants
when contemplating his psychiatrist.
