I have always loved Tracy Butler's Lackadaisy Cats comic-now that the comic has been turned into a animated show (with hopefully more episodes to come),I'm even more excited! There is also a 11 minute animated loop featuring the soundtrack to the pilot episode which I based this fan art on. From sketch~ To finished painting~ The original video~ My fan art video~ Hopefully more Lackdaisy fun will be on You Tube soon!

 A painting of making memories in 1973!  These big stereo consoles were all the rage-most came with a radio,record player, and 8-track tape player. It's a hard choice what record or tape in their collection these two girls should play first! From sketch~ To finished painting~ Maybe they're listening to this?

Being a single guy suits Billy just fine.  It is not like this rabbit was made for responsibility.   A disgrace to the tribe.

  Kim Deitch, Raw Magazine, Volume Two, Issue One.  1989. https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2020/11/felix-and-otto-and-waldo-and-kim-and-ted.html   Communists and talking animals are just degenerate.

 But at my back I always hear  Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;  And yonder all before us lie  Deserts of vast eternity.  Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress    The ocean is a desert with it's life underground and a perfect disguise above  I've Been Through The Desert On A Horse With No Name , Dewey Bunnell.

  Why did all the Roman ladies like Spartacus so much?  Because he was hung like this!   https://youtu.be/XIBZeEsa5fo Laugh, damn you, laugh.    

  Simon saw a humped thing suddenly sit up on the top and look down at him. The flies had found the figure too. The life-like movement would scare them off for a moment so that they made a dark cloud round the head. Then as the blue material of the parachute collapsed the corpulent figure would bow forward, sighing, and the flies settle once more. Simon felt his knees smack the rock. He crawled forward and soon he understood. The tangle of lines showed him the mechanics of this parody; he examined the white nasal bones, the teeth, the colors of corruption. He saw how pitilessly the layers of rubber and canvas held together the poor body that should be rotting away. Then the wind blew again and the figure lifted, bowed, and breathed foully at him. Simon knelt on all fours and was sick till his stomach was empty. Then he took the lines in his hands; freed them from the rocks and the figure from the wind's indignity.  Now a great wind blew the rain sideways, cascading the water f...