The Return

After an 11 year hiatus, the drawing party has returned. No, this isn't "drawing night," nor is it some kind of "drawing club." It's a party, baby!

 

The original drawing party was founded at Bacchus in New Paltz. I was drawing on napkins with the Jackson brothers and everybody was having a time, and I said to myself: Wait a minute...wait...a...minute. This could be like a thing. I actually subvocalized this, because that's what I do. How do you think, buster? In imagery? Well, then skip to the drawings below.

The party moved around town from various locations. Muddy Cup was our birth canal. 60 Main was our one true home. And village hall was where we killed it dead. Life was simpler back then. MySpace was the only social media. Nobody had a phone and acted like a diva about it. I had to scan all the drawings on a big-ass machine the size of a CAT scan (for cats), and because I had no internet, I had to upload them with the computers at the library like a freaking idiot.

Then one day I got the bed bugs and threw out all my shit, including the drawings. Good thing they're preserved forever on this blog. 11 years is as long as ten lifetimes on the internet.

Now we're back, because we didn't go nowhere. We cut our wrists open so we can draw better. We use knock-off Sharpies called Everlast (like the singer), because we're still poor as shit. However, we have stopped stealing paper from PDQ.

Now onto the drawings!

 

First drawing of the night by moi. Yes, he's drinking a hot toddy. No, you can't have a sip. It's a drawing, silly!

Drop-shadow font with cups. Everyone was well into their cups.

This guy is called "Bobbia" (BO-bee-a). He has lots of everything: limbs, eyes, and nipples.

If you have any info on the whereabouts of notorious graffiti artist Zozzi, please contact local law enforcement. Either New Paltz town police, village police, campus police, staties, or Ulster County sheriff's department.

Sketchy monkey skull with clenched kite fist.

The cast of Little Shop. I always wanted to play Seymour. Hit me up for a local amateur production!

Chameleon friend. How he lashes out at you.

Hippy cyclops mommy.

Nice bangs despite having her eyes/mouth drawn shut.

Ah, yes. That's quite a beard. Wish I could grow mine that pubey.

What can I say about this guy? I can say I like him, I guess.

Is it too soon for the LaBeoufs?

Shia made an appearance at the drawing party. Not in person, but he was talked about quite a bit. Suffice to say we're all big fans. You ever see Eagle Eye? Holy shit, what a flick!

Shia made a picture called Holes. Apparently it's very awesome. I want to see it.

A drawing's drawing. Live figure sketch of the night. That's us!

A man contemplates his fingers. Who does that, lol?

Wreath making workshop with 2 cats.

SONIC 3D!

RED SONIC!!!!

Octopus code. Can I buy 8 vowels?

Nerd in the grass with texture swatches.

Is it time for the Kid Rocks yet!

Don't be sad! Kid Rock is very much alive.

Rock lyrics with LeBeoufian holes.

Palimpsest drawing.

Seriously, if you know a Zozzi, please call the cops.

And drawing of the night goes to...this drawing! Now with lunar reflections from my poor photo.

Some drawings just speak to me. This one says: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Reminds me of a song I used to sing to myself. 🎵 Fishman. Oh, fishman. Da da da, da da da, da da DA DA DA. 🎵

That's a hairy meat-a-ball.

Ah! The old MySpace drawing party page. We called ourselves NPDP and had tons of friends.

This is a family-style drawing. You pass it around and everyone takes a turn.

From all your friends at the drawing party. We hope to see you again soon. Comments are love!

Duple Double Ought Nine

New Paltz Drawing Party is back! Actually no, it just went away again. But it'll be double back again soon.

For now, savor the year's first batch of drawings!


Guatemala. Life drawing.


Nightlife in Guatemala is in pencil.


These Guatemalan kids love to balance Bahamuts of aid bundles.



And the ubiquitous Wu-Tang symbol is on everything - the volcanoes, temples, and trees.



A zennish school of Mu-Fish. Got Buddha-Nature? Mupe.



The kite-hook lure, for angling in the air.


Poor bastards...Oh mu, not the totem! The two fucks in the lower right-hand corner.




It's a........


♫ FLASH TEST ♫ FLASH TEST ♫


♫ IT'S A FLIPPIN' FLASH TEST ♫




Long Island Creation Myth.


Fsclamation looks like this in ASCII.

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Tronno: held together with chain wallet chains.


Monkey Bros. in their play-room. Mount Athos Rules: No non-males or beardless animals allowed.


Punt a non-male, then embrace a fellow male with a cobra hug.


Open Brain with squash blossom accessory lobes; helps keep out the Darkness.



Essential schematic for the Reinvention of the Arrow, circa 2200 AD. Maybe we should be drawing on Dead Sea scrolls.




That pscilocybe-fruiting Amanita will blow your world Snail. Things are gonna get real slow. Slower than even you can dream gastropod.


Just great. I've found the Elephantine Urn, but it is Silent. Perhaps I should use my tailclaw on it.




Legendary beasts flying south to Southern Hell.


Who is predator and who is prey? Legendary beasts have better things to do than play links in the chain.


Jeepas creepas! This kinda looks like the boss from Jeepers Creepers (2001).


Okay, we'll take Clifford and turn him into a fox, and we'll make psychedelic furs erupt from his shyness and split the Howards' house into the 11 Dimensions.



Their will also be snuggling when the evil oceans let up.


Genital pockets. Key proboscis. Nice.



Tripping Fields VS. Baseball.


I think baseball's winning.


Cat Street lined with converse barrios. The feline ghettos were decimated by crack-chocolate, brought in by the CIA as part of CatIntelPro.



Ludwig's kinda like Andy Warhol I think.


Deer Parts. When disassembled, cervine signals still send & receive.



Quastle can also be spelled with a lightning bolt apostrophe.


The Queys to the Quastle.


I'm listening to my tree-pod. The sound is dead. Like silence without crickets.



This one's a Seussy time.


Stormo Family Shield (from Metroid). I await the Lutomski Crest, and then: Brother Royale.


Sexy merman legs, dance fo' me.


Sexy fly. Dance between the raindrops fo' me.



Mergirls are anthropomorphic from the waist down. But Limpet boy don't mind, she thinks from her mouth.



Hmm. Is that naked man in the TV in the word bubble playing Nintendo 64 or Sony Playstation?


Guitar Fret not, Bry-Bry, we're going to damn the man and drug the masses at Cab's on May 8. (Big show)



Korean Airs. An elegant new high-heel high-top from the North.



A kind of almost FLASH TEST.


Yeah. An uber-FLASH TEST is definitely what this feels like.



So much depends on the sharpie wheelbarrow glazed with M&M's beside the Fender amp stack.


KICK-PUNCH. When you can't decide. Press and hold kick & punch (in your mind) at the same time.


Whoops! Forget to lock up the Quastle. Good thing it's only 2-D.


Bichael came to my shop, asking if I had this ice cream, while presenting a note with the flavor inscribed. Relive it now, in this drawing. Just click on the thumb, to have a magnified Bichael in your face, complete with ice cream note.


Yo! brand draconian candelabra.


1-inch Recording studios.



Cloudy shits lighting into a wine glass. If only, while performing this feat, she could keep from lactating.



Anthropomorphism makes everything ok. The outlets are saying "I Love You" in electricity.


Be well, sweet friends. DP will be quomin' to a Quastle near you.