I Was Framed!
Don't get excited. It's not much of a blog, and I'm not in jail.
I had been spending lots of time at a coffee shop in Hollywood and was inspired to draw...something. This is what happened.
One of the coffee shop employees framed something I drew months ago (Not very well but it's the thought that counts). I suspect it was the pint-sized, kick-boxing manager (if she's got black eyes, don't ask).
It's now on the counter for people to look at and scratch their heads while waiting to place their order.
If it doesn't make any sense to you either, join the club.
PS: Sorry if I interrupted the steady flow of cut and pasted misinformation and political propaganda.
Comments (7)
I can tell you what the intent was, but can't tell you what it means. People make up their own minds about meaning.
That will make it more of a talking point in the café