When I was a kid, I was obsessed with drawing things blowing up other things. I would always draw these huge elaborate war sequences with tanks, trucks, lasers, guns, fire, and above all things, fucking helicopters. I loved helicopters. Something about their crazy blades and their tiny bodies that mesmerized me. I especially loved when, in films, they spun out of control after someone or something shot their blades. How awesome is that? And it always appeared that helicopters, upon blowing up anyway, had the best explosions. They always blew up properly.
When I was about 6 or 7 years-old, I would always run to my room after school and start drawing. Back then, all I had to express my creativeness was some construction paper and crayons. Those were the tools of my trade. At some point, and I don’t remember when exactly, I drew nothing other than helicopters shooting lasers at some various monster destroying a city. Basically, I was drawing Cloverfield decades before it stunk up our theaters. And my camera work was way more steady.
Sometime later, the drawings stopped. I guess I became interested in other things (thanks to the Nintendo Entertainment System). My construction paper became lonely, as I was downstairs playing The Legend of Zelda instead of drawing monsters and helicopters. The construction paper died a lonely death while the crayons collected dust and were eventually sold off in a garage sale hosted by my mom.
I hope those crayons had a good life after me. I let them down, just like I have let down so many others in my life throughout the years. This picture is dedicated to them. May they have lived a much better life than the shitty one I provided them with.
Helicopter of Doom (3/2008; based on works from 1987)