on Instagram called “draw me a robot.”
When I saw that page name, I thought it was time to do so.
Thanks for the inspiration, Arik
to the virus that is so successfully messing up the structure of human culture on the planet.
I wrote the following poem just as lockdowns were about to start (late March 2020).
I believe that viruses are not classified as “life” in their own right, so that’s why you are finding this one here.
We’re binge-watching Netflix, popcorn, can of Coke.
We’ve invented a game counting sheets in loo rolls.
We are doing our duty – every girl and her bloke.
Easy to spot Wally, now he’s alone on his strolls.
But Wally used calculus and he’s calculating.
All this isolation doesn’t develop immunity.
If there’s no one infected, then the bugs will be waiting.
When at last we emerge, they’ll have retained their impunity.
Wally believes, if we all stay inside,
we’re just delaying the problem, and Wally feels sure;
instead of smoothing the curve, and making it wide,
the spike’ll follow fiscal collapse if it don’t come before.
So Wally’s out stretching his immune reactions;
making them strong – but he’s wrong: such a shame.
He’s a hazard to others with his interactions.
So don’t be a wally, if Wally isn’t your name.
personal antidote and wind-down after Inktober 2019.
There was a dtiys challenge at the time and so I did something very un-inkish.
my take on this was inspired by a drawing by Anders Nyberg
In fact more ripped off than inspired.
a hero-landing pose for yet another one.
I was trying to catch something of Joey Feldman whose work I admire.
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I really don’t know why I haven’t drawn more of them.
Maybe I will . . . anyway here is a collection of non-organic and/or non-living stuff