The best nights are when Swingset ambles up on the Glams’ porch, ready to spin together something sweet and sharp. No matter how much you protest—”I just want a little bit”—you’ll end up with a bellyful, ears ringing and jaw tired from smiling.
Update: A fascinating look at the self-perception of artists, as filtered through the “I’m only a painter” Monet, who drew quite a bit. When people ask me, I say I only make cartoons or fliers, even though I’ve almost exclusively worked with Polaroids and acrylics for the past year.
Pretty.
I dig the halo effect of the words-around-noggins in panel 1. I also like that these were apparently shot in a world made entirely of butter, if panel 2 is any indication.
That’s a blender! Not butter!
But what I’m saying is, the blender looks like it’s made of butter. The countertops and walls, too.