WHARVED

November 9th, 2024

Papermate Inkjoy 0.5mm ballpoint on 4×4″ card, ~100-115lb medium grain

Ah, that dreaded dog-eared page
on this, the day of my footballs game.
Beefheart would have put it best,
but I certainly can’t hold it against him,
poor chap.

Maybe now I can come back from
under his shadow. I think he’d like that
very much.

I never got the chance to thank him
or say bye (good or otherwise), but
as I reconnect to the planet at large
he somehow knows.

Maybe he’s commanding his love infantry,
and all I need is to follow the leader.
It feels derivative, but screw it.

So Busy

Crap dang it, now I can’t think of anything all of a sudden. Oh well, guess it can’t be helped in my current predicament. It’s not so much of a predicament as a predicate-a-mint type of situation, where the essence of mint is completely ubiquitous around the entire cosmos for everyone to enjoy, whether they like it or not. Crap dang it.

So what am I supposed to do now? Who the hell knows? I sure don’t. That’s why I’m asking myself. Maybe if I ask myself and put some kind of deadline on the thing, I can stall the inevitable existential pain associated with extreme boredom.

But you know what? I’m sick and tired of being asked so many questions all the time. It seems like every day I’m getting badgered and/or peppered with at least several dozen inquiries, and my god does it take a toll. I’ve been meaning to have a serious talk with myself, really get the whole thing straightened out once and for all, but I’ve just been so busy.

Postcard #15

I should really start watermarking these drawings!

But in the meantime, this one is watermark-less.

Enjoy!

-A

Rebirth!

This here drawing is a 1200 DPI scan of one of my most recent works, and I’m not sure how it’ll look on the website.

As far as the crystal ball has told me, I am about to become a member of the oldest labor union in Chicago. That feels good, especially since I’ve been toiling away in the restaurant industry for the past 10 years. Yes, the past 10 years that also involved COVID-19. What a great industry to rely on, am I right?!

Now I’m on track to be a real-live pressman in a shop that appreciates the nuances associated with fine art. God DAMN, it feels good.

So please enjoy this drawing (if it’s at all possible to enjoy it at this resolution).

I love you all, and I hope you’re doing all right out there, wherever you may be.

Peace and love,

Aidan B.

Son’s Metal ‘Phant

Son’s metal ‘phant–
the oldest and wisest of all
the terrestrial mammals
that we’ve uncovered to date–

has an uncanny ability to get under one’s skin
in a matter of minutes, though

you’d think that such a gigantic specimen
would have trouble assimilating themselves
into such a tight space.

Fortunately for us (and, indeed, the world at large),
proportionality has no place here.

Bunting II

With the bunting yet to abate and no end to its replication in sight (seriously, do these things reproduce asexually or something?), the Club-Footed Gremlin begins packing his things in search of greener pastures, where arbitrary decoration doesn’t dictate your directives.

Bindle over shoulder, our hero takes one look behind him before setting off on that old dusty trail–he really didn’t put a whole lot of thought into this pilgrimage, seeing as he has no mode of transportation and, well, a club foot.

It’s at this moment that Mr. Gremlin Man (the moniker he’s hoping will stick, or even just MGM for short) decides to go the whole nine yards and make like the pilgrims of old by prostrating himself and crawling to his destination. That definitely sucks, since he has a whole steamer trunk full of crap he wanted to lug around with him in the event of any one of numerous hijinks and/or shenanigans he may encounter.

But no, minimalism is apparently the name of the game here. MGM frets for a minute about how he’s going to sate his addiction to instant gratification, but then remembers the phone in his front pocket. As long as he can get to some outlets before the day is over, he will be able to rest easier and charge hardier.

This piece is a direct sequel to Bunting.
https://wharved.com/2018/12/03/bunting/