Animator. Director. Artist. Scapegoat.
“I admire your discipline,” said a friend, referring to my extremely strict, narrow Crohn’s diet. But there’s nothing to admire, because it’s not SELF discipline. It’s being subject to a brutal, sadistic “disciplinarian” that punishes the hell out of me if I make one false move. If you had this taskmaster you’d be “disciplined” too.
(Not a $150 Drawing, but looks like one.)
As you know, requests for my Hundred Hundred-and-Fifty Dollar Drawings are limited to two words or less.
But on March 11 I found this in my Twitter DMs:
Could you draw this as a picture for me
“it is a prime opportunity to get inside the tent with a goal-line defence, unless a clear upstream threat, accompanied by actionable intelligence, pops its head up”
Normally I’d say no, as that is batshit and impossible. However the request came from Maya Forstater, who explained:
It is a present for Helen Joyce – she has been training military types on how to write as a side-gig and this is the kind of thing they say.
Given the commissioner and the recipient, it was a challenge I couldn’t refuse, although I charged more for the extra words plus hazard pay (risk of head explosion). But first I gave it to AI art generator Dall-E:
Clearly this was a job for a human being. I felt so needed.
Although it was impossible to convey everything in the request, I did my best:
Looks like I won’t be replaced by AI anytime soon.
A Hundred Hundred-and-Fifty Dollar Drawing. Hundred Dollar Drawings are now $150 due to inflation, but still a bargain! Available here.
A Hundred Hundred-and-Fifty Dollar Drawing. Hundred Dollar Drawings are now $150 due to inflation, but still a bargain! Available here.
A Hundred Hundred-and-Fifty Dollar Drawing. Hundred Dollar Drawings are now $150 due to inflation, but still a bargain! Available here.
