This piece started out as a small volleyball pinup sketch. Through a series of refinements and redraws, it gradually evolved into what you see here. How and why this happened is difficult to explain. I suspect it has something to do with the subconscious's ability to store, sift and assemble vast amounts of useless bits of data and imagery. Sort of a solitaire of the mind, played with a deck of a million cards.
Mr. Fishenstein there has been recast in another piece I'm working on. It appears being decapitated hasn't kept him from getting ahead. (Badum Bump! Zing!!)