The Musicians

Run DMC Escher

Run DMC Escher

Perpetual Piano

Perpetual Piano

Accordion And On

Accordion And On

Pneumatic Pump Theramin

Pneumatic Pump Theramin

Tambor-Dreamsphere & The One Hand Clapping

Tambor-Dreamsphere & The One Hand Clapping

The Born Bass Player

The Born Bass Player

Fly

FLY

FLY

Oh, Mrs. Williams, if you could only see me now, a couple thousand feet above the east coast, swirling around, twisting in the clouds and probably about to die. I hope there’s something soft down there to land on…
~Fly, MEOWING ON THE ANSWERING MACHINE

The Clown at the Top of the Stairs

The Clown at the Top of the Stairs

The Clown at the Top of the Stairs

I closed my eyes as hard as they would go, somehow thinking it would make me quieter. I twisted the knob, deliberately and delicately, praying and hoping the door wouldn’t make any noise as I pushed it open.
I opened my eyes. A scream flew out of my throat when I saw the clown staring at me. I saw the frame and realized it was only a painting. The giant round red nose pulsated, and the clown appeared to swim flat against the wall, one eye at a time bulging. My heart was trying to break free through my throat.

~Yarn, MEOWING ON THE ANSWERING MACHINE

Drag #2

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Drag #1

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Drag Number One. A little experimental comic strip. Ring! Ring! Hello? Good evening, sir! My name is Bill Sprud, I am your local representative. I wonder if you have fifteen minutes to talk about local politcal issues? Uh… yeah, sure. Hold one for just one minute…
Here you go, buddy. You go play now. I won’t be needing you for a while. Cool! See ya! Are you there, sir? Uh… Yuuuh… Oh, great! May I ask what line of work you are in? Um… Guuuug-gah… Bluuuuuuuuh… Oh! You’re a  politician too?

Hyper Drive Thru

Hyper Drive Thru

Hyper Drive Thru

Quantum Eraser

Quantum Eraser

Quantum Eraser

You’ve returned with a quantum eraser, a strange muddy mess of particles, a subatomic demagnetizer. You rub it against my mouth.

“That should shut you up for a while,” you wink a ruthless grin.

I find a crayon and draw a mouth as fast as possible before I suffocate.

“эюЯᴔЂᴟбЪ!” comes out of the new orifice. I’ve drawn it sideways or skewed somehow.

You rub your eraser to my face. But I keep drawing new mouths as frantically as I can.

I’ve got a half dozen holes in my head, all babbling chaos at you, before you regroup and erase my hands.

~Jettison, MEOWING ON THE ANSWERING MACHINE

21 Dodge Ball Salute

21 Dodge Ball Salute

21 Dodge Ball Salute

Everyone waved goodbye as the gym teacher ran off, struck and tumbling, in a twenty-one dodge ball salute.
~Cleansing, MEOWING ON THE ANSWERING MACHINE

The Elimination of Middlemen

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The Bird Foley Vortex

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©Robert Emmett McWhorter

This is a piece that sat unfinished for a long, long time. The pencil sketch, and pen and ink were completed in 2010, I believe, and some smatterings of color were added a little at a time. A black and white version of this work appears in Meowing on the Answering Machine.
It was such a chore to get the first parts of this done, I was still under some sort of curse that made producing any visual artworks a tedious and dreadful undertaking for a good decade or two.
That weight, that dread, has lifted, but I can’t say why or where it went. But, I’m glad it left. Most of the coloring for this piece over the last three or four days.

 

The Born Bass Player

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Subroutine

SUBROUTINE

SUBROUTINE

Challenged by the inexplicably small tip left for her, the waitress turned into a seven-headed fire-breathing serpent and torched the party of cheapskates to a blackened crisp.
~Subroutine, MEOWING ON THE ANSWERING MACHINE