Adjusting to new night gig schedule: check. Send out press release about Paris Kennedy at Sanctuary LAX: check. Set up an attend meeting with union stewards for night gig: check. Get back on the bike and ride to the night gig regularly: check. Finish artwork and update website: oh fuck!
I think I’m going to have to change this to “Updated every weekend.” The bright side is I did have a wallop of inspiration Saturday. Something had been stuck in my craw. Truth is, I do empathize a lot with the subbies in my drawings. Shouldn’t be a big kinky surprise, but yes, these are part of my personal fantasies. Even if I don’t have female plumbing.
This all started with a headphone fantasy. The game plan was to finish this in one shot, but the sketch got out of control. Have you been at a room in a high rise building and fantasize about fucking right in front or against the window? I’m so bummed new hotels don’t have patios and sliding glass doors. The view is awesome, and the exhibitionism just adds so much.
Vegas is a major inspiration for moments like this. The view is incredible. There are so many lights. Action is everywhere, from neon signs to helicopters constantly flying across the view.