When you do editorial illustration for a living, you don't make a lot of money. When you don't make a lot of money, your financial records become a fascinating, convoluted mess of tax-write-offs that - although they may appear questionable to the casual observer - are actually very necessary and legal. I for one, as well as many of my friends that preclude themselves as ‘illustrators,’ write the entirety of my rent off of my taxes based on the fact that I could not possibly do a single illustration properly if it were not for the four, drunk roommates that I make it a purpose to keep awake as long as possible (as some kind of, what - at some point in history - the intellectuals and social philosophers would have referred to as ‘muses,’ but which I would be inclined to refer to as ‘loud, unreasonable, despicable [yet, oddly intellectual], sex-addicts’), via coffee, drugs ('scrip as well as OTC), and buckets of ice-cold water. Sometimes the paperwork filed to perpetrate this radical abuse of the system slips through the labyrinth of red-tape-processing machines (that will usually simply process the files and move on at the light speed with which they do so) and makes its way to a sentient being that looks upon your poorly constructed case against the-concept-of-paying-a-dime with disdain; this sentient being usually - after reviewing the tax forms - lowers the files in disbelief, pushes his spectacles up his nose (for they have been slowly sliding down as he reads), stares off into space for a moment, and then mutters, "what an asshole," before making the phone calls necessary to assure that this "asshole" pays every cent and then some (asshole tax) of what he owes the government for...whatever it is they do (flying drones into Pakistan, banning gay marriage, and adding wheelchair access to the Neponset River Bridge while the Fore River Bridge remains a shambled and deteriorating mess of hastily constructed, temporary hodge-podgery).

And so, www.wickedrudeart.com is temporarily out of service until I am done paying the government the dues that I, apparently, owe them in great quantity. It is - much like the Fore River Bridge - being temporarily replaced by this much more rickety, but less costly, form of web-based media (and will probably remain so for at least 12 years).

So: Here is a slimmed down version of that which used to be on www.wickedrudeart.com. There will also be more to follow as I do more things, so check back for more new art to follow. And there will be more soon. In the mean time, look for me peddling shitty, hastily thrown-together paintings of the Longfellow Bridge to European tourists in Harvard Square until I pay The Man back!