With my art, I work mainly on instinct. A random idea pops into my head, and I blindfold myself before I leap. I usually, work on the whatever-it-is-this-time until it's finished, unless I just can't make it work reasonably well. I pencil, pencil, pencil, erase, pencil some more, a-and... then I start on the inks. This actually takes longer. I usually do two or three pieces a day. It doesn't actually take that long, I'm just dramatic. So sooner or later, this completely random idea is a completely random piece of work. Then all those scary people that walk around my house all day and cook me food and jump up and down on me while I work and call themselves and f-word... um... oh, yeah! Family. They compliment my spontaneous art combustion and sometimes other "family" persons, who don't live in my house but seem to think they are "grand", sometimes they pay me for copies. Why do these people do these things???????


What is promiscuity? It is a mood listed under "humor", but what does it mean?