I drew this while living in China. PC it is not, but then again, I've never been much of a drawer. This seemingly obsessive fascination with bums was a strange period in my life. I stood at bus stations around Suzhou, listening to street people play the erhu. There was a certain mystique surrounding them, which drove the idea home: I was a long way from home.
The poor looked old timey, quilted. It was, of course, a bit of illusion--a way of raking in more money, and I was happy to oblige. They did not give the impression of being "between jobs" or "homeless." They had simply chosen a roll, and lived it to the fullest.
The idea for the bum sundae is a celebration of sorts. There is the imagination, and then there are human boundaries. By blurring the distinction between the two, the result is something deliciously mischievous.