That ’70s Box strikes again. In color.
More to come soon.
Ah, yes. An early indicator of my fascination with the loss of life rather than life itself.
Yet another treasure unearthed from That ’70s Box. I’m guessing this was drawn between 1977–79. I absolutely loved drawing catastrophic scenes of explosions and epic space battles at the time, and this is yet another example of my delight with disaster.
Notice how the car is just barely going over the hill, but it’s already completely destroyed. Perhaps it’s American-made. Yet, in its misfortune, I’ve managed to flesh out all its gory details, from the fractured front axle to the little arm rest inside the rear door, which was certainly inspired by my dad’s ’72 Dodge Dart, whose interior design I always admired. Hey wait. That was also American-made.
Then we see a motorcyle rider, who just so happened to be tailing this car this fine day. Wait, he’s going over the hill. Oh well, guess I’ll follow. I dig how he manages to give a big peace sign before biting the dust. Now if that ain’t ’70s, I don’t know what is.
Enjoy.