Every now and then I would pass a car with New Hampshire plates and the motto 'Live Free or Die' inscribed above the numbers. The highways are full of good mottos. But TS Eliot put them all in a sack when he coughed up that line about... what was it? Have these Dangerous Drugs fucked my memory? Maybe so. But I think it went something like this: "Between the Idea and the Reality... Falls the Shadow."
-- Hunter S Thompson, from Fear and Loathing: on the campaign trail '72.
Details. I'm still working out what the hell is going on in photoshop/backgrounds. But I really liked this drawing, which I think was a direct result of it being started on a scrappy bit of paper with spray paint smudged on it... I always end up liking the stuff that doesn't start out serious.
You know what that is? That's a size-22 denim vest that someone has lovingly appliqued cow skull motifs on. It needs a bit of work--like I either start hitting the KFC frequently, or I get acquainted with a sewing machine--but I couldn't say no.
The op-shops were bangin' this afternoon--like slouchy leather boots and a patchwork suede bowling bag.
Yep, it's the Valley's redeeming factor.