Illustration Friday: Vacant

This was how it looked a long, long time ago. Hopefully it will be a long, long time before it looks this way again. But who would see it? 

Vote for hOpe, with a capital O, and vote often!

Illustration Friday: Repair

This old world of ours is in need of some repair, in many ways, and on many levels. Hopefully next Tuesday there will be a sign that maybe we can start heading in that direction.

This little tree-huggin' dude has good intentions, but with questionable results, is at least making some effort.

Illustration Friday: Late

The original.

My version.

The quintessential late guy in literature would have to be Lewis Carroll's White Rabbit. Or was it the Jefferson Airplane's? Whatever. The icon of late.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"

I drew this illustration probably before most of the Illustration Friday participants were out of diapers, but it's working for me today. Man, I could draw chains back then.

I'm curious to see if there's any menstrual cycle references this week.

Better late than never.

Old Phoebe Caulfield.

This is an illustration that I drew of a young J. D. Salinger reading to his children from an early draft of The Catcher in the Rye. He's reading the portion where Holden is describing his 10 year old sister Phoebe: "You'd like her. I mean if you tell old Phoebe something, she knows exactly what the hell you're talking about. I mean you can even take her anywhere with you. If you take her to a lousy movie, for instance, she knows it's a lousy movie. If you take her to a pretty good movie, she knows it's a pretty good movie."

No wait. Wrong illustration. This is an illustration where a father is reading to his children from the Bible, and sharing all of the verses that say that if you're a Christian, you're a Republican. My bad. 

My Stupid Mouth

My stupid mouth

Has got me in trouble

I said too much again

Mama said "think before speaking"

No filter in my head

Oh, what's a boy to do

I guess he better find one soon

Oh I'm never speaking up again

Starting now

John Mayer, a prophet for our times

Illustration Friday: Strings

Imagine there's no Strings

It's scary if you try

No music around us,

A world way too quiet

Imagine all the people

Not tapping their toes

Illustration Friday: Boogery

"Hey Bill, what's this supposed to be a picture of?"

"Well, the Illustration Friday word this week is 'Boogery', and this is what I came up with."

"No. I think if you look again, you'll see that the word is 'Sugary'."

"Oops."

Kind of like "Hickory, Dickory, Dock".

"Boogery, Sugary, Schlock!"