Cartoon drawings
I typically make these for my own entertainment. Some are a way to deal with the bottomless astonishment that results when confronted with group behaviour, in particular by those who consider themselves hip, cool and avant-garde.
Others are cultural observations, such as the one that shows how, in the last decades, the electric guitar has been slowly descending down along the guitarist’s body … or the interesting relationship that we find when we plot the sit angle of a motorcycle rider against their projected machismo … or the paradoxical phenomenon of the citymountainbiker, in a continuous state of frustrated anger caused by the glaring lack of mountains in the town where he lives: you can recognise them coming up behind you by the annoyed whizzing sound that their heavy studded rough-terrain-tires make on smooth tarmac. They ding their bell 0.03 seconds before they crash into you from behind, because you are required to jump, with bike, packaging and all, in the dense growth of nettles lining the bicycle path.
And some are just weird juxtapositions that I find humorous, such as the funky wah-wah-guitarplayer who strayed into a medievalish fairy-tale setting.