Bugger Boy.
That was the name of the children’s book I was working on. It was about a little boy who kept picking his nose because he produced so many boogers. The kid didn’t know what to do. The parents didn't know what to do. The kid just kept on producing buggers. So, finally, the kid just went with the flow and started making art out of his buggers. Bugger Art. He became very famous and his work was very valuable. Actually, now that I think about it, it probably would fly in the art world now. I mean, if a guy like Jeff Koons can be as successful as he is, Bugger Boy should be a big hit.
Anyway, the above drawing is from that book. The book never got made. It’s still sitting around here somewhere. I’ll tell you though, after spending a whole summer drawing buggers, you felt a little queasy by the fall. The above drawing us of the father trying to clean the buggers off the kid’s face. I get ill just thinking about it right now. The whole idea of Bugger Boy actually came from a writer. I forget her name, as it was so long ago, but we kind of collaborated on the project. I’m kind of concerned about myself, because I really got into it. Long live Bugger Boy.
Oh yeah, this was the page from one of my journals that my friend pulled out from one of my cases. I have cases and cases of journals. It was my way to relax. I used to love to draw on my downtime. I miss it. I still draw, but the work looks like the work of a three year old. I often use watercolors. One time I was painting with red watercolor. Not a good idea when you’re in a hospital. The nurses freaked out. They thought there was blood everywhere. It was just crimson red, Windsor Newton watercolor paint.
That’s all for this week. Love and miss you guys. Give me a call if you have my number. That’d be very cool. Hey! Guess what! I turned 63 the other day. Can you believe it? It’s either 63 or 36. I can’t remember. I think it’s 63, but I act like I’m 6.
Love, B. Nice
