February 31:st — a Phone Poster

“Waiting for Her Call / Toxic Memories”.
This might suffice as a title and explanation.

But well, since you’re here anyway, I might as well show you around in this merry little corner of Hell. (Hell is a place where you get taken to Heaven first, so that you may really savour Inferno with all its nuances later.) Let us start with the hand that lures you there:

“Come, come!” — then it gets a bit more mysterious. We have the phone itself, complete with what a friend of mine call “icky thoughts”…

…but since the whole contraption is upheld with merry balloons I suppose that we have nothing to worry about.

Zuppa artistica

This is what one can do in three hours and thirty-three minutes -- dinner break not included -- it amused me to see if I still have it in me, speed painting like when I made commerical art for newspapers and the stage, both a long time ago. And obviously, yes.
I must not tell you what the source of inspiration is -- my contract says Keep Mum -- but I spend my days drawing endless servings of different kinds of food -- I do get some artistic liberty but not to this degree. So just come and get it, please, voilà:
The soup is served.