Lines, Lines, Lines

When I first started seriously taking a shine to drawing as a far more wee lad, I was attracted to hatching for some unknown reason. Then, I stopped drawing for a while in college, and when I returned to it, I had abandoned hatching all together. I'm not sure what brought it back, but now much of my work seems to be a study in angularity...an attempt to make or depict curves in a barrage of straight lines.

Danger!

A sort of clunky, sharp lined experiment of Austrian bombshell Marisa Mell. It sort of takes away from her full-lipped beauty...but sort of still works for me for some reason.

The Summer Wind...

It seems as though the June Gloom has finally blown away. Mayhap it is time to hit the beach...

Wednesday in the Boudoir Revisited...

Shootin' Marbles

I Maniaci (1964)

In cult and exploitation cinematic circles, Lucio Fulci will perhaps always be identified with bizarre horror titles (If you've ever wanted to see a zombie fight a shark, may I recommend his 1979 effort Zombie). In the stream of 60's and 70's genre cinema that's often parading before my eyes and in my brain, I've found that I enjoy Fulci's earlier comedic efforts more. The man was a gifted director for farce...which doesn't explain the often farcical leaps in logic that his horror titles usually contain. Anyhow, this quickie sketch was grabbed from a still from his 1964 collection of comic sketches, I Maniaci.

Sex and Fury...

A few posts back, I put up a quickie I had done of Meiko Kaji, and said I might revisit that territory. Well, I sort of did. Reiko Ike was one of Toei studios top stars for 'pinky violence' films in the 70's (if you don't know what they are, I shan't embarrass your delicate sensibilities). Her 1973 effort, Sex and Fury, featured a fair quantity of both and also starred Sweden's Christina Lindberg (star of exploitation classic Thriller: A Cruel Picture...which I also won't bother to explain...if you look it up, you're on your own). Anyhow, if you've ever been curious what a topless woman would look like sword-fighting....look no further. Amazing that it came along years before the internet...

Mood Lighting...

Still June...Still gloom...

June Gloom...

...deserves a touch of the girls of summer...

A Moment of Quiet Contemplation...

Diaphonous...

A word that neither you nor I use often enough.

Wednesday in the Boudoir...

At this point, all I need is an ascot and some Prohibition Bath Tub Gin, and we're ready to go.