Last night I saw a Truffaut film called L'Enfant sauvage (trans: The Wild Child) about Victor of Aveyron. I have had kind of a fascination with feral children since I first read the legend of Romulus and Remus way back in Small Times.
I was an odd kid. I stayed up late reading these old 19th century history books and really had a thing about ancient Greeks and Romans and Egyptians. I still do to this very day.
When I get bored at work, I wind up reading about the thylacine (AKA the Tasmanian wolf, AKA the Tasmanian tiger). Now I am just fascinated with this extinct beast and its terrifying, nightmarish mouth.
The little doodle next to him is supposed to be a Tasmanian devil, but it looks nothing like one.
I promised my friend Adrian Choy that I would let him check out my Pokeymans.
As an aside, Cubone is the best. If you disagree, you are wrong.
I never really paid much attention to the Mouse's "Long Tail" in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland as a kid, because the formatting is kind of engineered to make your eyes kind of flutter over it. If you actually read it, though, the poem itself is amazingly creepy. It has recently become one of my favorite things from that book.
Lewis Carroll was one of those guys who just has a knack for the lyrical quality of words. I only know a few people who have that kind of natural rhythm, and I've come to appreciate it a lot more lately.
Despite what you may think from looking at this drawing, I do actually like horses.
The words on the bottom are from a very fine song by Bug Lung Baby called "The Stupidest Things." It is on his old EP North South Part I, which I was listening to while drawing this. You can both preview and buy it at Secret Tunnel Group.
