Shirt & tie. Suit jacket, a half filled ball point poised at a threatening angle in my breast pocket. A whittled down 5 o’clock shadow hints in the creases of my face, a visage well accustomed to the flash of the photocopiers impotent open topped scan of a sweaty TPS report duplicated 3 days too late. The heels of my boots constantly pock-mark the cheap patterned carpet as I thud across the office savannah surveying all that is mine.
“That excel spreadsheet is mine!” I holler. “I should really save that at some point” I then think as it does have some pertinent data that I could get in trouble for losing. Sharpest saver in the west (side of the building) they call me.
A tip of the Stetson to the lil’ lady in cubicle 3, a quick ‘CTRL-S’ on the keyboard and the task is done. No sweat. J’us another day in the badlands.
My CV proudly proclaims “Champion Paper Rustler 2005-2006”. It’s printed on cow hide. Well paper really, but I had a friend photoshop it so it totally looks like real leather.
At lunch you’ll find my hide-out in the shadow of the murky yellow dusk which constantly envelops the cafeteria. I’ll be hunkered down beside a camp fire made out of old bic biros and disused shredded paper.
Yessiree, I’m a modern, environmental, forward thinking kinda cowboy. Except when it comes to women.
IN OTHER NEWS
I’m working on a new drawing tonight, a follow up of sorts to an older picture, with monsters and cinemas and explosions and beautiful women in it, my usual thing. I do have a new idea I wanna try out but I might save it up for a friends project that’s coming up so get excited if you’re the type of lovely weirdo who does that.
This is my take on Apocalypse Now, in my spare time I’m working on a series of prints for sale and perhaps this may make it into the final selection depending on feedback.
I love this film and I figured there are so many clever and iconic posters for this in existance already that I thought I’d highlight a memorable scene with my own lens distorting or perhaps highlighting the intention of that moment.