The world may have ended and civilization may be in ruins but that’s no reason to dress in rags. You’ve got to have style even in the last of times.
I’ve given away a lot of my drawings over the years. Friends will kid me that they are hanging onto them until I become rich and famous. Then they can cash out. Silly people. I’m pretty sure I was never on a path to fame, much less fortune.
Recently one of my more sensible friends sent me photos of some of my drawings from back in the day – the “day” being some thirty years back – sometime in Eighties, a time of big shoulder pads and nuclear holocaust. She said that she was reducing her possessions in advance of a move and some of the drawings were going to get reduced along with the rest of the stuff.
I’m fine with that.
The work I did before the Nineties has life and energy but a poor awareness of anatomy. I thought it would be fun to do new versions of some of the characters in those old drawings.I thought the two fellows above looked like they’d be good traveling companions so I worked up an illustration that featured them both.
I just noticed that the big mutant is lacking the earrings I gave his original. Aw well, I haven’t worn my earrings in years either.
The being in this illustration had no interest in posing for a portrait. It had things to do and places to be. A more revealing look at its species can be found here.
The original Milpitas Monster didn’t kill anyone. It primarily ate garbage. It did threaten the lives of a few people but it didn’t eat anyone. Silly monster. Humans are delicious.
THE MILPITAS MONSTER premiered on May 21st, 1976. The film tells the story of a giant monster, born from the local landfill (garbage dump), who terrorizes a small city in Northern California. It’s the best giant monster movie made by a high school class that I’ve ever seen. No, I haven’t seen any others. It still has its charms. And I do enjoy the concept regardless of how well some of it was executed.
Time passes. Memories fade. When human civilization goes, some of our books will outlast us. If they have been stored somewhere dry and comfortable. Our films? Our films will go when we do. Without the technology to play the film and the power to run the technology, a film is (most accessibly) just a spool with a sequence of images or (less accessibly) an obsolete digital file.
And we’re back to our regular schedule – a black and white illustration posting on Sunday with a color version posting the following Wednesday.
I don’t have any real nostalgia for drive-ins. They weren’t a significant part of either my childhood or my adolescence. If I had a choice I’d have rather seen a film in a theatre building rather than a drive-in. I know people often used the drive-in for activities other than watching movies but I’ve got a one track mind. I go to the movies to watch the movie. I only remember going once, to see a double bill of Godzilla vs. Megalon and Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger. I’m sure that I have more than that but none of the films have stuck in my memory.
I do have sympathy for ghosts and creatures who have outlasted their original era. Most of us become the latter and, eventually, all of us become the former.