Saturday, August 14, 2010
Drawn at the AGO.
Drawn last week at the AGO with Maxzilla.
(Subtitle: Farts don't stink in an Art Gallery, Fool.)
Why won't the people sit still, don't they know who I am?
Then, on the way home, a crazy person threatened me with violence and death for drawing on the subway.
He was wearing one of those surgical facemask dealies and a Brian Blessed beard, stank of wee and carried a real "fuck-not" attitude. I piddled a bit and capitulated.
I now understand why people arrange to go in large groups when they subway sketch on a Sunday, like a legion of pale Roman Centurions in nut hugging denim, skizzenblocks like shields in the Testudo formation.
Still, same again next week.