close up of: kiss a marine and see what happens
delftboys
first of many
Harry Bush pages

This is where I started the Bush collection in 1997 if I remember correctly.

The Bush pages go on based on the moment I found the images, not on any chronology of original creation. The only consequence of this is that the rarer images are in the final pages. The pages have been reworked since: Additional information was added and better scans, discovered later, replaced the old ones where useful.
Also lots of images were cleaned up and optimised for this kind of web presentation, staying as close to the original work as possible.
There are no classic thumbnails for the images here: you collectors and connaisseurs will want to have a close-up-look att all images anyway,
so they'd only be a waste of time/bandwith anyway.

This collection has stayed the most complete on the net, but if you are looking for 15 different versions of one image or do more research, you're better off at the Yahoo-Bush-group

physique pictorial front cover
on dec 5th 2002 I was told by Mark Merlis there was another version of the one above
california
there has been quite a bit of colourization going on with Harry's work.
On these pages
I try to show in colour only the work harry originally did in colour pencil
and was able to published in colour
no running
military medical
below is the image that made me an instant fan of Mr Bush
when I first saw this ass I was struck by lightning
for me this will always be The ULTIMATE ASS drawing
will not be surpassed in this century
whatever startrek techniques will come around

ultimate ass
do you look like a marine?
here are a few celeb portrats
I'd like you to have a look at:


teenmeatbeatChristopher Atkins
I'd almost forgotten how totally desirable Christopher Atkins is,
but a chance viewing of The Blue Lagoon made me remember.
I can't believe it's been 20 years since that movie came out.
Still vividly remember how I'd sneak out to the living room at night
to watch it on our clunky Beta Max.
Ah, what a torture the pause button went through.
Oooh, he's squatting on a rock! *pause* *GAWK*
Oooh, he's running on the beach! *pause* *GAWK*
Eeep, he's skinny-dipping! *pause* *WANK, WANK, WANK*

Today, Christopher may be 37,
but he's certainly still worth pushing the pause button for.

Maxwell Caulfield 1 In the
"great" times
we live in now
no magazine
would dare
to publish
these.
All to afraid
to get sued.
But tell me,
would you not
be honoured
if you were
portrayed
this way?

click to enlarge
he really was
gorgeous
clich 4 his whole bod

Maxwell Caulfield 2
sizing again, must be a selfportrait of Mr Bush on the left just in case you're curious for more,
both password areas of the Delftboys site together hold the entire known collection of what Mr. Bush ever produced.

candy; sweetest thing to put your mouth on

All American fifties boy

all american fifties face
who's got the cutest ass?

valentine
. . . and piss up your ass, is that all? Here's a message by Tom Jones that accompanied the image to the left.
You can check at ebay if Tom's superquality highres prints of it are still obtainable.
sorry about the unavailability of adult images for non US residents: don't ask me why but e-bay thinks our freedom of speech is less than theirs. We all know that especcially when it comes to sexual matters UK and US lag decades behind western Europe.

For several years now, I've wondered what to do about my collection of Harry Bush memorabilia. We corresponded during the late 80's . It was my entry into a field in which Harry was considered maestro. Not only did Harry respond to my letters, he took it upon himself to mentor me, trading drawings back and forth to illustrate artistic technique or just to entertain. In his later years Harry withdrew totally from gay society and harbored deep resentments, and although his art is often centered on his black sense of humor it rises above it, even soars. Recently my 'pal' in Minneapolis made me aware of how Harry's art still has the power to shape our perception. It made me realize that maybe it should be put "out there" as opposed to being withheld, as Harry did with his own work. Yes, I stand to gain financially, and that is the wierdest aspect of all, as both Harry and I endlessly debated about money. He knew in his heart how undervalued his pieces were, not only in the amount of money received, but in the personal gratification he got from others while doing them. Still he would not sell them, and would not even give them away to those of us who would have treasured them. In the end, Harry swore to burn all the drawings he had hoarded for years and I suspect he did. Instead, I'm going to market prints of his legacy to me on ebay. Time moves on and truth should out.
I'm selling these prints of originals in an open edition, and interestingly enough, I don't have a clue as to what they are worth. As long as the response is good, more will follow, hopefully,:-) tom

no comment toon 1 no comment toon 2 no comment toon 3
no comment toon 4 no comment toon 5 no comment toon 6
just a small reminder,
next to a vast collection of hundreds of the worlds greatest artists that will keep you screentied for days,
the masterclass will get you the nerd series in their mind-boggling full-screen-size
a sample is here below:

Memories of Tom Jones . . .

When Harry and I were corresponding in 1988, we both were totally unconcerned with computers and email. Him being a generation ahead of me made it understandable on his part, but I had made a conscious decision not to have a computer in my life. The idea of surviving with just a pad of paper and some pencils was very "ecologically appealing", lol, and so we chatted along, discussing techniques, personalities 'in the business', personal stuff. We thought a lot alike except his pessimisms took him down, whereas mine mostly amused me. Let the world go to hell in a handcart, what did I care. My theme song was Don't Worry, Be Happy, and Priscilla, my buddy in design school, summed it up well when she observed, "Well, if we're having fun we can't be wasting time." But for Harry it hadn't all been so amusing. But there have been others with closeted military careers, humble surroundings (albeit in sunny southern California), one car (a Gremlin) and a fixed income who managed without the bitterness Harry had. He once sent me a pic of him in the service in England, commenting on his gap-toothed grin. He was so cute, so young, that it was hard to acknowledge that the years turned him into a bitter, emphysemic, lethargic old man. It made me wonder could it somehow happen to me. Anyway, he'd send me these deftly executed drawings of big dicked boys, spurting humor, and life. He said he took a painting course at the local community college and was quite the star. Everyone amazed how he could just "see" so much more than they. Yes, his vision was unique and so was his talent. And yet it did not seem to provide him personal satisfaction. Well, with the years I've seen there are a lot of 'miserable successes' out there. People who perform tasks well, but seem to have neglected the art of living. Now one thing I wonder about is whether this is perhaps brought about by the culture, a peculiarly American culture. Artists really are misfits in American culture, like Indians or Iranians. I don't include blacks, but I might include blacks who have white lovers. This not fitting in cuts both ways. It can toughen you or destroy you. You can develop offense or defense, but it seems even Oprah can teach you that you can't take on the role of victim. And that's what Harry did. I got tired of it to tell you the truth. I sometimes wanted to write back "get over it" but no, I stayed deferential. Whatever his plight, the least I could do was stay respectful, and I remain respectful. He's given me this tremendous amount of enjoyment, just because he was who he was. He died in 94, or thereabouts. But six years prior to that he could hardly get up the stairs to his drawings, and mostly sat by a fan at the kitchen table, doing these fantastic little sketches on cheap typewriter paper, maybe wheezing on another cigarette through nicotine stained fingers. He'd send back the art paper I'd send, and the new colored pencils he'd complained about not be able to find, saying he didn't want to feel 'obligated.' Proud and defiant to the end. He had one sister that he had to drive on errands, because her daughter was never around. His only family. He joked darkly saying at least there was somebody to bury him. Then a few letters later he wrote and said she died. He let life break him. Or life broke him. I'm not sure which, cause I don't know how much the human spirit can stand up too. I'd like to think I could have stood up it with my happy-go-lucky attitude, but who's to say. So far so good.

Last week I bought a four-month ticket back to Brazil. Life will do with me as it will, but with a little more luck I'm gonna enjoy Christmas, New Years, Carnaval and being with Ricardo while he works on (and maybe completes) his doctoral thesis. It seems to me that Brasilian culture, in spite of all its problems, still has an art for living that we lack. I laugh a lot down there. I enjoy being in the crowds, on the buses, the beach at Farme and Copacabana, and, of course, my boyfriend:-) I'll try to get out more images of Harry's stuff, but I'm also marketing my own stuff and trying to draw and paint new. Those of you who've bought my stuff or Harry's on eBay should know how unique the things you've got are. Artists who don't "hit the bigtime" can only produce so much. But that doesn't mean the quality and the intent suffers. My stuff maybe can get better in time, if I'm lucky, but with Harry it's as good as it gets. May he rest in peace.

Love to all,
tom
If I was that age and know what I know now, I'd go for it something of a reprise here:
the original complete drawing

eat ass too

back to the previewpages