Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Family Portrait


Well, not my family. Somebody's family. Mother. Her mind gone soggy from relentless overexposure to prescription drugs and "Designing Women" reruns. Father. Driven. Ruthless. The powerful CEO of America's largest lug nut factory, clinging to a life philosophy as rusty and immovable as, well, you know, those THINGS you can't turn on your wheel when you get a flat tire because they're rusty and immovable. And daughter. Poor innocent, sensitive, neglected, not-exactly-the brightest-bulb-on-the-Christmas-tree daughter. A troubled trio.

Actually when I doodled this, I wasn't thinking of a family, more like random people on an elevator. Goes to show ya.

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