So I had drawn this fetus, and I sat and stared at it and tried to figure out what to do with it, and god help me, it wanted to be a Christmas ornament.
And then I asked Kevin, who I think sort of wonders how he came to a point in his life where "Do you think I should make this fetus into a Christmas ornament?" is normal conversation.*
"The problem," I said, "is that the fetus as imagery has been completely comandeered by pro-lifers. You see a fetus, it’s on some idiotic billboard, or it’s been chopped up for protest signs."
"They’ve completely co-opted fetal imagery, and I want no more of it!"
"IT’S TIME TO RECLAIM THE FETUS!"
He put his head in his hands. "So I’m going to come home, and you’ll be wearing a jacket with "FETUS" written on the back in duct tape, and when I say something, you’re gonna say, "It’s okay, I’m taking it back"?"
I applauded this Clerks 2 reference and drew a couple more vaguely fetal things, because for some reason, I like drawing fetuses, despite the fact that I absolutely positively do not want one of my own under any circumstances whatsoever. Then again, I kinda like drawing dinosaurs, and I don’t want one of those either, so I don’t think it actually means anything…
As is sadly often the case, the little thumbnails worked much better than the painting for me, so I’ll wind up framing them at ACEO size, I suspect–those I really like. The painting came out okay, but it loses something in translation. Grrrrr. It’s just…not…grrr. I don’t know. Maybe these little guys just don’t want to be in color…
*Our buddy Dave Stein had the best response to that. "Welcome to my world! Except in my house, it’s "Is his penis thick enough?" and I say "Thick enough for WHAT?"