Tuesday is the new Monday.
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Phase III: The finished piece. I don’t know what the pigs are about. Ask Sam.
Here’s a little something Sam gave me to work on this morning…
Phase 2. Working on Phase 3 after coffee and donuts.
It’s 2:17PM on Monday, yes, our update days, and here’s where I’m at with today’s “Chickens” page. So you are asking, “Are we going to get a new page with crisp winter monday?” And I say, “Yes, you are. Unfortunately, it will be posted later this evening.” So please bear with us. Due to circumstances I will not get into, both Sam and myself are a little behind the eightball. To be honest, it’s fun like this. Cheap thrills! We love em’. So I’ll be here in San Francisco this afternoon, finishing this page. To paraphrase William Gibson from the cyberpunk classic, Neuromancer, “the sky is the color of television static.” That is San Francisco.
This little cutie-pie here is a sneak peak at one of the new pages that Sam is working on. He has a bunch of preview pics of new “Chickens” pages and how he actually draws them on his TROUT-A-VERSE blog.
Sam also has some more progress pics of this little bastard of painting between him and myself.
Plus cool shit like this. Now…back to work.
Better late than never. I got to mess with the “Last Days Here” piece a little bit more. Still don’t know where I’m going, so I just throw out some rainbow color madness with the hope that she’ll say something.
She speaks…and her name is Anne.
She sees nothing but blinding, white hot rage. She doesn’t regret her mistakes, she just wishes she could forget them.
A little snippet of a page coming up sometime in the next month or so. Where’s it going? Who is that guy? Anybody care? Is anybody listening? Hello?
Oh yeah, sometimes I make notes in my “Chickens” book so I can forget.