A SPACEMAN!! (to modify one's circumstance)

So many of us would like to modify our life circumstance. Perhaps habit, ease, unawareness, and/or a host of other variables contribute to a ceaseless and seemingly inescapable malaise or desperation. Sometimes though, there are moments to strip away life's baffling complexity and provide the clarity and purpose to make the desired change. Our hero, the spaceman, is in just such a place. He must escape or he will be absorbed into the giant space-amoeba. His failure will result in another type of modification, one performed according to the terms of another. Another with no good will or desire toward our hero. Alas!

Next week: FULL-COLOR!

Update: Now in FULL-COLOR!!

Though the machine is idle...

...it's purpose is clear. DEATH!! Happen into it's maw and be UNDONE!!! I was listenening to Noam Chomsky-Hegemony or Survival, and I drew this. Interesting... It seems to be based in some thoroughly adolescent sector of my mind. Or!... just a sci-fi expression of American global policy, which of course, is not idle.

Happy birthday!

This fellow is a bit SHAKY, but sated, after a gluttonous bender. He has eaten his fill and is ready fly to the next level. Washed in the blood of the lamb (chop), he has been born anew. Welcome to the brave new world, maggot.

P2

The second P portrait