Back in the 19th century and early 20th century, work was really WORK. Dirt-covered men slaved in factories of grinding iron machinery, while stacks poured out billows of black smoke. It didn't matter whether you had an education or even whether you could read or write, as long as you could turn a wrench or wield a hammer. Yeah, those were the days of real MAN'S work, and you got paid well for it. None of this sissy stuff of modern times where you sit for 10 hours in front of a computer screen and someone pastes shit together with a three-dimensional printer, whatever the hell that is. Who will make the iron wheels turn again? I don't use the friggin' Internet. Who will bring back jobs for the strong and uneducated? Where will we go when the machines take over all our work? Will we sit with the old ladies and string beads and weave baskets?
Black industrial smokestack tech pen ink on sketchbook page, 4" x 3 1/2", August 13, 2016.