This is an illustration of a red mosquito with yellow eyes. He gets his bright red color from the red monsters that he feeds on. He likes to buzz around rooms late at night looking for monsters.
Time is so strange. I remember being on the UGA campus in the 90s outside the dorms on a funky yellow misty spring day when it was still mostly winter. It was Monday between classes. I remember being completely alone. It was my third year in school. I took my drawing board with me everywhere. I remember sitting on a yellow hill and drawing lamp posts and bushes by myself. I knew even then that art was a terrible profession. I remember Innervisions every day after class. I remember not fitting in. I remember the feeling of being unsure of my future. I remember hostile and aloof teachers. I remember knowing that this strange span of time would stick with me. And it did. That time was like a rash – like some sort of tunnel to the future. A future that blows. Purple alien Graffiti Bug.
It is amazing how our planet has seasons only because it rotates on a tilted axis – much like my brain. I can’t imagine a world with only one season. So many cool and random things happened in succession to make us how we are. I love Spring. So many bright colors, sounds and smells. Hard working noisy bees and gaudy flowers are the first things I notice with the warmer weather.
Crazy cockroaches sleep during the day and come out at night. They live in and on garbage. They hang around drains and under boxes. Their brain is random and chaotic just like the universe. They are alienated by higher life forms and even a burden to those around them. Checkout their theme song.
This is a Boll Weevil. It is a bug that feeds on cotton buds. It migrated into the Southern US in the late 19th century and destroyed the cotton industry. It had a massive impact on the South. Scientists started using traps to monitor them so they could eradicate them with pesticides like DDT. By the late 70s they were eliminated from every cotton growing state but Texas.
Chet the green bug hates when his Starbucks is bitter. He dumps about 20 packets of Splenda and a jug full of milk in there. But sometimes it is still bitter.