From the Hutch Owen Collection

I drew this sequence of strips after Brendan Burford stepped on a rusty nail while shooting photos of old junk on Long Island (I think I've got that right.) The pose of Hutch in that asana (I forget which!) became a staple I returned to. A symbol of trying to find balance in trying times, tryingly. mean, it's not a restful pose. You would only stay in it if everything else hurt like hell.





The second one is health-care related, with Ayn Rand as bitchy proponent of more private insurers. Even still, she was a cutie, as I pointed out in the strip here.