Now for something completely different...

Back in the dark days of my homemade shotgun dementia (don't panic - those days are still going on. Just keep it low key) I made reference to one of my colleagues from the canoe club.
This guy.
Somebody told him I said hey and, holy shit there he is.
Hi Pete.
Anyway, Pete called me an "artist" at which I pretended to bristle but mostly, I wondered what gave him that idea.
Conclusion: This picture - that I love dearly...

was not painted by me, much as I wish it was... although then I would have been a WW1 official Navy artist and I'd have to get my hair cut and... it would have been 90 years ago... I wouldn't know anybody...
It would suck.
I love this painting because I regularly saw it back during the most horrific eight weeks of my meager existence.
Bit 'a drama there...
During the initial three weeks of my boot-camp, on "Worm Island" they called it because it ... was an island.
We new boots were quarantined there, the idea being; if anyone with some weird, infectious disease sneaked in under the radar of the astute induction physicians, they would only infect other newbies, not the finely-honed cannon fodder across the creek.
Anyway, during that first three weeks, one of the chow halls we were herded through had this painting hanging, along with others where were lined up.
What's not to love?
This when I started to love "four-stacker tin-cans".
Problem is: I feel like I'm at AA. If everyone could just say "Hi, Dan" after I make my admission, this may go okay.

My name's Dan and I'm an artist.
Above, a triptych, "The Capitulation of St. Anthony".

As luck would have it, the Wiki page that link takes you to shows a Bosch triptych that I'm only slightly ripping off.

Some detail shots of some nice bits...

My favorite of the monsters...
'Tis a triptych remember;
The outside, closed:

Most erotic imagery ripped off from the best porno site on the web.
Acrylic, collage... pencil...mixed media.
The Navy pic from here.
It's free, unlike retroraunch.
Oh, the original photo.