Whenever Gabe gets a bee in his bonnet about something, I tend to benefit. So do you, ultimately. When he got seriously into Formula 1, somehow by the end of it we were operating a racing reality show via Motorsport Manager with larger than life characters and life-changing stakes every week. I guess the actual cars were also cool.
In a sophisticated meta twist, Gabriel is now getting into art. But because his fascinations always veer sharply into fetish content, he's making this art using physical objects. I know, I know. Now he's just rubbing things on other things - frottage definition one. For now. But already there's a dangerous, unavoidable proximity to definition two and I made the police preemptively aware. They thought it sounded like a good time. And I was like no, no - you've drastically misapprehended the purpose of this call.
What he does has always been very mysterious to me. I used to watch him draw almost every strip, over the years this has meant different things. At first it meant drawing on these huge sheets of what I think was literally called Comic Book Paper. Such paper wouldn't even fit in the flatbed scanner he would eventually use, nor would it have fed through the truncated version of a scanner we would use later when we had to go places. Then he started drawing on a Wacom tablet, when they had no screens, so he had to learn to draw down here but then look up at the screen. Then he was drawing on a monitor that has the digitizer in it, and just when such machines had reached their turgid zenith, he returned home to the humble scratchings of his youth. I wonder what treasures he will find there.
(CW)TB out.
