The other legendary Hank.
Here’s a pic of a friend of mine who plays old school bluegrass in a bar I’m too poor to frequent.
Gold prospector. Ive kind of getting into making images with just my black pen again, Hatching is fairly tedious but the outcome is cool.
I found a book about the 50’s hiding in plain sight on my bookshelf. it almost seems alien to me that a kind of idealism of “the life” or “the dream” was something to live up to. Flicking through the pages of that book made me feel a little greyer and jaded for living the way i do compared to what the ideals of the 50’s would have preferred.
Still, Its the future; and I have 24 hour high speed internet and a big ass plasma TV.
And I don’t have polio.
I haven’t been drawing much for a while, been out playing in the sun. Four days of nice weather and I’ve gone all crispy. People from Ireland shouldn’t ever have a tan. It’s not right.
An illustration for Sooz’s story “flat pack apocalypse”