mosquito

it's winter and the bugs are gone but i can't help thinking about the little blood suckers that annoy me so much during warm summer nights. maybe it is the plethora of vampire movies and books and graphic novels and merchandise that inundate the periphery of my world. maybe it is all the miniaturized electronics humming and buzzing their signals through the ether. i don't know. i have a niece who studies the little bastards way down in louisiana - which is very interesting - and so it seems appropriate to give mosquitos the fishbone treatment...serves them right.

ol' vector the injector

mz. bludschnozzle

pre-history

if there is such a thing.

a sketch from the sketchbook of early fish, when fishbone had a definite emphasis on "bone"and the murky past of evolution seemed to dictate that every living thing was heavily armored and voracious. this guy, drawn from my own psycho-memory, patrols the primordial river during the day and slithers up the muddy banks at night and howls at the moon.