FAMILY DINNER

maxnermas.jpg It's true, my drawings sometimes undermine my desire to be or appear to be a little buddha, oozing lovingkindness from all my pores, Christian charity suppurating, festering beneath my skin. Then along comes a drawing like this to knock the blocks out from under the monument to Me, which tumbles once again into the swamp, the papier-maché relaxing into the brew like noodles.