The Negation of Terry Gilliam

I've been busy, and afraid I'm reaching back into the sketchbook for tonight's entry. Drawing heads and things lately, but they don't feel spectacular. This is from while I was watching the great documentary, Lost in La Mancha, about the collapse of Terry Gilliam's film project. Here his assistant director (Gilliam is on the right) is telling him the film is "Chinga," which he defines as "the negation of pussy." I'm glad he defined it, because I can't find the word in my Spanish-English dictionary.

La Mancha isn't the only failed film project I've heard about. A person I was working with went to Europe to work on a movie about Greenpeace's ship the Rainbow Warrior, and how it was sabotaged by the French government. I wonder whether that government had anything to do with torpedoing the movie, which never got made, despite the building of four full-size animatronic whales, which must be a in a warehouse somewhere.

Maybe there are failed films everywhere, littering the countryside with unused props and sets – "I am Ozymandias, King of Kings! Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!" That's trying to be a quote from Shelley, about grand constructions and dreams that come to nothing.

Well, I'm writing the second episode of this TV documentary series I've been working on. The first was accepted, it seems, so I'm on my way. Certainly pays better than illustration. Speaking of which, the drawing of a frog in an ice cube was a study for another McGill University newspaper story, about, I guess, the durability of frogs.