From the Picture History of Painting book. Florentine Master “A Young Lady” painted in about 1460.
I did put my own twist on it giving her the bit of chin fat and rounded nose.
From the Picture History of Painting book. Florentine Master “A Young Lady” painted in about 1460.
I did put my own twist on it giving her the bit of chin fat and rounded nose.
What not to say in the Bedroom quotes are being taken from old comic strips from book one… I don’t remember which one…. maybe during the kilt blowing???
We left something on and the battery was dead when we went to get the RV at the end of the convention. The tow company sent over a tiny Honda to give us a jump. Or, as Canadians call it, a “boost”. None of the truckers at the loading dock wanted to help us and the security guys didn’t have any ideas about helping us until we pointed out that we could just go to bed in the RV, leaving it where it was stranded in the loading bay. They found a truck to boost us after that.
The banner behind me says “the Devil’s Debauchery”
oh, yeah, what Echo said. I had my birth certificate and Canada didn’t care and let us on in. The expediting passport company wouldn’t ship the passport to canada so we had it shipped to a friend of a friend in the US and they drove it up to Canada for us. I did a cartoon about that, but it’s going to be in the book.
I didn’t actually throw a beer bottle onto a hockey rink. I didn’t even make it to a hockey rink. But I did figure that the one way to get yourself kicked out of canada was to either deface Canadian beer or hockey.
I must admit that after spending about a week in Canada, the other side of the border looked a bit sketchy.
Someone in Canada told me a joke.
“How do you get a Canadian to apologize?”
“Step on his foot.”
Now, don’t go spoiling tomorrows comic for those who don’t know how you really piss off a Canadian. I cover that in tomorrows update.
I always get the feeling that behind these elegant, noble women there’s something sinister. Each time I draw a lady in elaborate garb I just can’t help but add a little dash of “uh oh”. Almost without my knowing, a dash of red bleeds through the embroidered skirt or in this case, sharp claws peak out from velvet cuffs. Almost as if a woman who is this meticulously put together would eat you alive without getting a single spot on her gown.
Costume taken from “The Mode in Costume” by R. Turner Wilcox, the first Garment. New York Charles Scribner’s Sons 1944 Copyright 1942 by R. Turner Wilcox.