The caption sums it up. Last week Billy brought homemade banana bread into work, and watching the hungry Spaeth-cadets attack it at break time was like watching a pack of lions attack an antelope carcass. But not in an icky way. A funny way.
No, this is not a sad drawing. This is actually about another work-inspired moment. I had spent all day painting faux marble on a deck with Amanda, and when I got to the subway I was relieved to get to sit down (ahhh...) and close my eyes for a few minutes. But once I closed my eyes, I saw those marble veins just clear as day! Nooo! It had been a long day indeed.
"You seem to have a lot of stuff going on in your head," he told me. I replied, "It's like there are all these projectors, playing different images all at the same time. It's hard for me to focus..." So this is what I saw in my head when I described this.
Here I'm cutting off my shadow, a la Peter Pan. But the shadow isn't mine, it's someone else. Attached to the soles of my feet.
This drawing was about my desire to make art during this last week, but I found that I was just too drawined to carry out my ideas. I would sit there at my desk staring at the paper, mentally folding in on myself. Then there was nothing else to do but give up and go to sleep. 
This comic depicts when I run my fingertips along surfaces or the air as I walk around. Why draw about it? Because sometimes my heart just seethes with loneliness, and I have to snap myself out of it by reminding myself that I'm lucky enough to have fallen in love with the world. So it would be silly to dwell on something as minute as a lack of romantic fulfillment. I know, that all sounds so retarded, but that's what honestly runs though my head. And it always straightens me out. 
This painting is about my bad aim. That's all I want to say about it...
