A drawing of Robert Johnson.
The distorted ceiling of the cabin was made out by a kerosene lamp that burned at the centre of what little could be seen. The dog turned over. ”What do i see? The routine objects of everyday life.” Sure enough, Leeks, but doesn’t that lamp do a number? The far and unseen angle of a chair-back is blown out on the wall in a weird impression. And your own snappin’ puppet of a bed frame is cast clear to the rafters where it bends, enormously, in on itself. Too spooky for me, Leeks. I don’t know how you sleep in this place.
page 2 of “Somewhere Deep in the Tramp Trade,” in which Leeks and Shep have found work aboard a tramp steamer. The bottom panels were just to complete the page.
From the first ever Time’s Up with Leeks Vinaigrette comic. Ancient history. No one likes to look at their old drawings, right?