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At one am last night i used the bathroom filled with creative spirit and formerly of urine. while washing up i looked in the mirror and told myself that i was going to draw the best drawing in my life so far. i think i have done that. i took up my pen, dipped it in ink and went to work. i started with the character of myself not sure where it would lead. i was listening to Bowie's Hunky Dory which i have found increasingly more and more about superheroes and transvestites. and then the rest came out in a Fleischer-esque way. There's a lot in this pic that represents my time here so far in Portland. Most ominously, the three floating heads of death above my own (which is in outer space): the left is the possum i cleared out of my first crawlspace job, on my belly shoving it into a garbage bag with my hands and crawling out with the bag inches from my face; the second is the dead rat, a family of which we cleared out of my second crawlspace job, i felt a poking in my side and thinking it was a chunk of cement reached down and pulled out a rat carcass, dried out and torn apart, i looked at it wondering how my life got to that point; and the third is the morphing of all the faces i saw of the people dying or waiting for death at the care center i worked at as a dishwasher/lunchlady, the only place to 'break me' eliciting tears of anger and frustration, i quit the next day. everything that hasn't been a part of making art for my living has had a taint of death about it, i feel i am here to draw not to waste my life at a service job. but now everything is hunky dory and getting better all the time...

may the goddess bless your lives as she has mine.

"Rv. Xen says: Follow Your Dreams!"

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At one am last night i used the bathroom filled with creative spirit and formerly of urine. while washing up i looked in the mirror and told myself that i was going to draw the best drawing in my life so far. i think i have done that. i took up my pen, dipped it in ink and went to work. i started with the character of myself not sure where it would lead. i was listening to Bowie's Hunky Dory which i have found increasingly more and more about superheroes and transvestites. and then the rest came out in a Fleischer-esque way. There's a lot in this pic that represents my time here so far in Portland. Most ominously, the three floating heads of death above my own (which is in outer space): the left is the possum i cleared out of my first crawlspace job, on my belly shoving it into a garbage bag with my hands and crawling out with the bag inches from my face; the second is the dead rat, a family of which we cleared out of my second crawlspace job, i felt a poking in my side and thinking it was a chunk of cement reached down and pulled out a rat carcass, dried out and torn apart, i looked at it wondering how my life got to that point; and the third is the morphing of all the faces i saw of the people dying or waiting for death at the care center i worked at as a dishwasher/lunchlady, the only place to 'break me' eliciting tears of anger and frustration, i quit the next day. everything that hasn't been a part of making art for my living has had a taint of death about it, i feel i am here to draw not to waste my life at a service job. but now everything is hunky dory and getting better all the time...

may the goddess bless your lives as she has mine.

"Rv. Xen says: Follow Your Dreams!"