I am known to hate everyone. It’s true, this friendly neighborhood atheist, loathes all people! But I had a friend many years ago point out that I hate groups of people and love individuals. So past that spikey exterior is a sweet lil’ angel. That still doesn’t mean I want to talk to you when I’m at the grocery store!
Once again cephalopods with human hands as tentacles. I’m obsessed with cephalopods! I need to go fossil hunting again.
Fun Fact: I like to draw big chubby naked angels (with genitals obscured from vision) on napkins when I’m at coffee shops and leave the napkin for someone to find. Deep in my heart I hope they find it offensive. Satan’s work is never done.
All the good people are asleep… and dreaming. (you get kudos and a special place in my soulless heart if you know the song that uses that sample)
Oh, those lil’ creatures of the night sure are curious!
Here’s a few of my Children of the Night sketches. They are a playful bunch, full of nighttime mischief.
The character in the back ground is Humpy Joe. He “pops” up in my illustrations from time to time. Pun, intended and in bad taste… naturally.
Life is quite meaningless. The only purpose to life is survive and breed better than everyone else. Everyone, this is including all other species from all five Kingdoms. I don’t mean that we should just die or be mean to each other. It is my view that life doesn’t need purpose to live, I live just because I am. This being said here’s a little number I tossed up for ya! It really captures the essence of a very close friend of mine!
Feel free to leave any comment, I’m not really here for a dogmatic, philosophical or lets compare scars forum. This being said, I am here for high fives and hate messages directed in my general vicinity.
It’s a hard job but somebody has got to do it. So hats off, to all those hardworking women and men that are doing their part in pissing off everyone over nothing! Oh and my apologies for the hiatus but like Gene Autry, I’m back in the saddle again and ready to raise some ridiculous hell!
When I was a little boy, I would spend most of my free time drawing and riding my bike. I used to worship Van Gogh and wanted to be an artist. When I became a teenager I spent all my time drawing and playing guitar, I still liked Van Gogh but fell in love with Albrecht Durer. I remember studying the human body, drawing it over and over again all summer, till I could draw it straight from my head. I swore I was going to go to art school but I never did.
Many of my sketches start with one little idea and ten minutes later is something totally different. This little sketch is so different from the original plan that it threw me off and I did not expect a mountain of memories to overtake me like a landslide. Maybe it’s my subconscious telling me it’s time to start taking art serious again and start training myself or maybe it’s late and I better get some sleep so I can study all tomorrow.
I might be reading too many Peanuts comics. Charlie Schulz is much like the neighborhood drug dealer, getting the kids hooked when they are young. Instead of pushing pot, he pushes depression and damn it’s good.