Salome, as inspired by a life-drawing salon my friend S. hosted in Paris with Vicky Butterfly. I just wanted to mindlessly draw a lot of tiny pretty details.
Now little Hans was always strange
Wearing women’s underthings
His father beat him but he wouldn’t change
He ran off with a man one day
Now his lingerie is all the rage
In the black on every page
His father proudly calls his name
Down there in the Reeperbahn.
One day I will illustrate every single one of Tom Waits’ perfect, perfect songs.
I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me earlier that I could, in fact, conquer the ridiculously yellow pages of my sketchbook with things like this. I wish The Yellow Book was still around. I should publish my own.