A word from the Head:
There was a time, long ago, when I worked at an establishment that provided extracurricular income through the nifty invention, the Tip Cup. I would place placards with the word, "TIPS," emblazoned on them to signify this is my cup and you should put money in there because I'm awesome. I got creative. I pushed myself to create a different index card size placard every work day, 10-30 minutes before work. This is that project. Read how I bamboozled innocence and made burning wallet paper. As always gentlemen and ladies, enjoy. There's many more to come.
It was so hot outside that day and I was reading about the zoo. Not my most favorite piece but the rhino is choice.
One of the earlier works. This one got a lot of laughs and made a shit ton of tips. Bees pound just like that. I invite you to try it.
I might've been eating cereal at the time this one came to me. No-- wait, I was overhearing a conversation with these two gentlemen about a third gentleman they knew who had a secret habit of eating coins. No joke. That's a serious habit. This one was smaller than the regular size index card. I used an ancient technique to shorten up the space I had to draw on. The technique is called: Folding the Flap over.
I had my copics on my one day and did this doodle-do. Also, might've babysat the night before this one. Either way the Count looks high as those 25 cent bouncy balls we all lost as a child. Kids would ask their parents to put money into this one. Each time they did I counted out the change.
I admit, I was in a rush to push this one out. I wanted to work exclusively with my 1.0mm liner while simultaneously making sure people knew this was a fucking tip cup sign.
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