Deviant since Feb 11, 2009 | Premium Member until Oct 16, 2014
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Greetings, friends. You have stumbled upon one of the few outlets for authentic Mister Wolfe comic art! Rather than visiting some seedy porn site or trolling YooHooTube for those oh so clever comments or wasting time pretending to be important on FaceRapeBook you've decided to stop here. And why?
Let me not waste your time with vague explanations and lofty speech, for it is clear you have come with exactly one purpose in mind. But since I'm not a mind reader I can't even fathom what that would be. Want some coffee?
During my childhood I was surrounded by artists of all types, but one particular kind stuck out to me, Outsider Artists. I ranted on about primitive stuff in the last journal most cause I was cranky and needed an outlet. Today however I'm feeling much less cranky and really want to celebrate who I consider to be a true guru in my life.
Bob Moss was a local outsider artist and primitive musician and my dad's best friend. Often the two would be up late at night drinking homemade mead and plinking their instruments till even as late as one or two am. I am very fond of those memories. They often collaborated on poetry projects, and concocted many an absurd idea some of which came to a sort of mad fruition. One such idea was a video project eons ago where my dad had taken it into his mind that he was a martial arts expert armed with a beanbag and way more vodka than is healthy.
I remember Bob would befriend the oddest people he could, many of them genuinely out of their skulls. He'd drag them along to our video parties where many of them would have a wee too much to drink and start talking about dead birds and other lovely topics. It's amazing what mom put up with through the 80s.
Anyway, some time in the late 90s my dad and he had a falling out which they'd both later come to regret. When Bob Moss died of a heart attack it sunk my dad into a deep depression which eventually led to his own health decline. I wish to God I could see them both still. The influence from them has been pivotal in my own views on art, spirituality, and lifestyle.