Confused because you woke up this afternoon - having passed out in the midst of a moderately temperate New England winter's eve? Does your little horse [read: Volvo 240 DL] think it queer to wake up without a goddamn plowed road near? Worried that in your sleep you may have inadvertently traveled through time to the next ice age? Don't worry, you're safe in you're own time. Rest assured: I'm Andrew Jerz XLI and this's your home year of 19-90-230 AD, brought on by a sinister, extra-atmospheric weather machine created by Al Gore to substantiate his claims of unpredictable and illogical weather patterns as a result of global warming. Al Gore is still alive as a talking head in a jar, and is now Supreme Emergency Chancellor of the World, his limited dictatorial powers granted to him by a willing, democratic (yet scared and uneducated) majority some 210 years ago...for some reason he never relinquished his rule...but we all like to believe that even though things are bad and there isn't enough food to feed the world's population, we're better off with the status-quo than some kind of scary, unpredictable world under a different style of hegemony...
While you wrap your mind around that, here's a commissioned portrait, a rejected illustration (go figure), and sketches of babes drawn at
Dr. Sketchy's at Great Scott (corner of Comm & Harvard Aves in Allston) hosted by Truth Serum Productions which's - pretty much - the best figure drawing situation you can find, ever.
