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  • 02 Jun
    10:56 am
    a face of molten colors
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    a face of molten colors

    • #Illustration
    • #vector
    • #art
    • #face
    • #Joe Thompson
  • 10:49 am
    damn I’m handsome
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    damn I’m handsome

    • #Joe Thompson
    • #vector
    • #self-portrait
  • 23 Feb
    00:15 am
    hahahahahahah
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    hahahahahahah

    • #photoshop
    • #illustration
    • #strange
    • #scarey
    • #Joe Thompson
  • 21 Feb
    06:10 am
    What more is there to say?
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    What more is there to say?

    • #philosophy
    • #art
    • #creative
    • #Bride of Frankenstein
    • #Joe Thompson
    • #meaning of life
  • 12 Feb
    16:00 pm
     
me am not ride with bizarro superman

Somewhere in mid-Pennsylvania after midnight, I would stop trying to sleep and turn on the small round reading light above my head to reread my comic book - Bizarro Superman! Bizarro, clad in a brightly colored imitation of Superman’s costume, had a child’s backward logic and a syntax to match. “me am not Bizarro No. 1-Me am not alone” In my favorite story he flew far away from earth to build a world of his own -A square approximation of earth - that he populated with people he created  – imperfect clones of Superman’s friends. You have to admire those kind of  problem solving skills-that sort of creativity - fashioning his own perfectly imperfect place in a universe that didn’t seem to want him in it.Then  I would turn the light off and watch city after city of street lights and shadows Roll through my blank reflection on the windowuntil an over-amplified unintelligible mumble alerted us that we would be stopping soon - (was that Filadelglia, Algluna, or Blogstown?)We would pull into a bus station or rest stop full of light and strangerswhere I would eat a piece of Boston Crème pie,and buy another comic book.Then Bizarro and I would get back on the busAnd head off toward our new world.
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    me am not ride with bizarro superman

    Somewhere in mid-Pennsylvania after midnight, 
    I would stop trying to sleep and turn on the small round reading light above my head 
    to reread my comic book - Bizarro Superman! 
    Bizarro, clad in a brightly colored imitation of Superman’s costume, had a child’s backward logic and a syntax to match. “me am not Bizarro No. 1-Me am not alone” 
    In my favorite story he flew far away from earth to build a world of his own -
    A square approximation of earth - that he populated with people he created  – imperfect clones of Superman’s friends. 
    You have to admire those kind of  problem solving skills-that sort of creativity - fashioning his own perfectly imperfect place in a universe that didn’t seem to want him in it.
    Then  I would turn the light off and watch city after city of street lights and shadows 
    Roll through my blank reflection on the window
    until an over-amplified unintelligible mumble alerted us that we would be stopping soon - (was that Filadelglia, Algluna, or Blogstown?)
    We would pull into a bus station or rest stop full of light and strangers
    where I would eat a piece of Boston Crème pie,
    and buy another comic book.
    Then Bizarro and I would get back on the bus
    And head off toward our new world.

    • #superman
    • #bizarro
    • #poem
    • #childhood
    • #poetry
    • #illustration
    • #Joe Thompson
  • 11 Feb
    22:05 pm
    I asked one of my students, Cameron, to do an illustration of Bizarro Superman for me, to go with my poem “me am not ride with Bizarro Superman” on my poetry bog This was his final product. Doesn’t work with the poem - but Not Bad eh? If you like it I will pas along your praise.
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    I asked one of my students, Cameron, to do an illustration of Bizarro Superman for me, to go with my poem “me am not ride with Bizarro Superman” on my poetry bog This was his final product. Doesn’t work with the poem - but Not Bad eh? If you like it I will pas along your praise.

    • #Superman
    • #Bizarro
    • #illustration
    • #Cameron Cooper
  • 08 Feb
    21:48 pm
    So many iterations and layers. Way more complicated than it looks, Finally arriving at this- don’t ask, I cant explain. I’d love to hear what you think it means - I could probably use a little psychoanalysis  - preferably Jungian.
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    So many iterations and layers. Way more complicated than it looks, Finally arriving at this- don’t ask, I cant explain. I’d love to hear what you think it means - I could probably use a little psychoanalysis  - preferably Jungian.

    • #collage
    • #photoshop
    • #comic book
    • #illustration
    • #woman
    • #art
    • #Joe Thompson
  • 04 Feb
    19:11 pm

    comicbookwomen:

    P’Gell by Will Eisner

    Eisner had a cinematographers understanding of composition and shadow.

  • 31 Jan
    21:14 pm
    The bride of Frankenstein  or the color of beauty
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    The bride of Frankenstein  or the color of beauty

    • #art
    • #color
    • #intense
    • #photoshop
    • #portrait
    • #Joe Thompson
  • 27 Jan
    17:02 pm
    oldbookillustrations:

She never had so sweet a changeling.
Arthur Rackham, from A Midsummer-Night’s Dream, by William Shakespeare, London, New York, 1908.
(Source: archive.org)
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    oldbookillustrations:

    She never had so sweet a changeling.

    Arthur Rackham, from A Midsummer-Night’s Dream, by William Shakespeare, London, New York, 1908.

    (Source: archive.org)

    (via pelz)

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