The Big Swoon they called him.
Torn between two loves. The old and the new. Where will it take me? What shall I do?
Monty says place them two to three inches apart.
Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight
Consider the impasse of a one-God universe…
He is all-knowing and all-powerful. He can’t go anywhere since He is already everywhere. He can’t do anything since the act of doing presupposes opposition.
His universe is irrevocably thermodynamic—having no friction by definition. So, He has to create friction: War, Fear, Sickness, Death… to keep his dying show on the road.
A date with Pablo Picasso and David Hockney. Nice. But who’s the third person in the illustration, the one sketching these two giants? Why, that’s you dear viewer. You!
Metal guru is it true?
You only got one
And a dog's life ain't fun
The rise of populist thinking. Left to right: Nigel Farage, Boris Johnson, Donald Trump, Geert Wilders (hair only) and Marie Le Pen.
The little green wheels are following me. Oh no not again.
In their shame they're all the same
These men with broken hearts
She says, “I know you’re an artist, draw a picture of me.”
I say, “I would if I could, but I don’t do sketches from memory”
‘Bonnetje me?’ sort of means ‘do you want a receipt?’ in Dutch. This picture celebrates that frozen supermarket moment (probably in a branch of Dirk van den Broek judging by the livery). I’m also slightly fascinated/horrified by people who do that funny thing of closing their eyes briefly when they talk. It’s an unconscious thing, and the people that do it don’t believe you when you tell them they do it.