I AM IN rest and recreation mode, and free to draw anything I fancy. It turned out to be a GRAPHIC NOVEL WITHOUT A PLOT AND WITHOUT A POINT.
Before the world began, maybe there was a celestial laboratory where animals were designed. The first of several drawings shows animals not yet quite done. Some were more beautiful than they finally turned out, some less.
In PROTOTYPE FACTORY NO. 1 KEEP OUT! a medical mission bird is looking into a kneeling crocodile-snake(?)’s throat and saying, “Oh my! Your throat is inflamed!” The patient answers, “No, I just swallowed a snake!”
Below is the living (unswallowed) Tempter Snake crying. “Wah! Wah! I got kicked out of the paradise!” He was messing with a girl by giving her an apple. A loyalist snail is following him.
“Ako ang pinakamagandang hayop sa balat ng lupa” began as an ant eater. But then I thought it would look nice with colorful moose horns and matching tail.
Beside it are two unfinished ocean creatures kissing each other. They are soul mates vowing to be faithful to each other no matter what they evolved into.
There is an unfinished green chicken at the bottom still standing on its one leg. Beside it is a small proto-dog and a trial cat (consisting only of head and tail.)
Upper right is a meditating polar bear with an enlightened bat hovering over him.
In the next (actually older) drawing, the finished animals are already launched on earth, some still with the characteristics they had in the celestial factory—a dachshund sitting up, a yellow and black askal, a dotted Guinea hen, a green turkey, a baby dinosaur or lechon ,and two cross-eyed blue geese.
Watch for the continuation of the GRAPHIC NOVEL WITH NO PLOT AND NO POINT NEXT SUNDAY. IT’S REALLY WORTHLESS.
P.S. In case you feel like a sadist, there will be a ROAST of me on the last day of my exhibit in Silverlens Galleries, Aug. 9, 2 to 5 p.m. Those who have agreed to be roasters so far are: Satur Ocampo, Chit Roces Santos, Maribel Ongpin, Sylvia Ventura, Rody Vera, Edel Garcellano (representing Gigi Dueñas), Noel Cuison. I didn’t choose them, Babeth did. They seem too gentle a group to be roasters. Abangan. Please come.