Saturday, January 31, 2009

# 93


Little bloodsuckers are a strange and curious bunch. Always stuck somewhere between teen angst and blind murderous rage. In his one hand is a bloody knife. I wonder what he's got in the other one behind his back.

Ink on watercolor paper, 9" x 7"

Friday, January 30, 2009

# 92


Just because you've been deemed a "gentle giant" doesn't mean you can't turn on the charm and dish out a little destruction once in a while to blow off some steam. If you're good all year, you can turn on your yellow eye cannon and blast a couple of towns into oblivion here and there. And the best part? There's no one left to tell on you when you're done...now isn't that better buddy?

Colored pencils on Sennelier pastel card, 9 1/2" x 6 1/4"

Thursday, January 29, 2009

# 91


I sat down, put the beads in my eyes (like dual monocles), and let the glass take over my soul. The next thing I knew I was tearing down the town and an angry mob was chasing the monster (that I now was) with pitchforks and torches.
Ink on watercolor paper, 13" x 9 1/2"

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

# 90


King of the hill doesn't really described this correctly. Nevertheless, a multi-limbed bulbous blob sits high atop his boxy perch just waiting for someone to challenge him: suckers and spikes at the ready.
Ink and colored pencil on hardboard panel, 8" x 10"

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

# 89


Murder Baby lives at the bottom of the stairs...in the chair.
Charcoal and conte crayon on hardboard panel, 7" x 5"

Monday, January 26, 2009

# 88


Osh kosh b'gosh!
It's a preschooler's worst nightmare. Slathered with the bright tones of primary colors, armed with walrus tusks, and clearly not right in the head. Maybe something from the playskool toy lab went awry.
Ink, acrylics, and oil pastel on illustration board, 10" x 8"

Sunday, January 25, 2009

# 87


Somewhere in the deep dark crags of a little mountain range is a secret government lab conducting freakish genetic experiments at the molecular level. This little guy came prancing out of that hell hole. His life before that day would seem like hell to many but he didn't mind...not at all. The day he left was the day he smashed up each and every person and piece of equipment in that place.
Charcoal and acrylics on illustration board, 7" x 5"