I’ve been enjoying paint markers and cardboard boxes lately. I like art on trash and art that doesn’t last. Nothing last and all is temporary, I like to celebrate temporary states. It is beautiful because it isn’t forever and is not mass produced. Only a few can enjoy and eventually it will not be around.
This little sketch expresses my dislike of pop culture. Pop culture is part of our herd mentality. I know that we are biologically meant to be social but we can also create our own entertainment and diversions. I personally want to create culture, then destroy what I created so that I can create a different culture, only to have the same fate as the previous.
It’s been forever since I’ve been on here. I’ve been sewing a lot and playing with calligraphy and recently I have been obsessed with drawing naked people. Who doesn’t like naked people?
I’ve wanted to make a screen like this in ages and I finally did it! Behold Baphomet!
When I started to draw the pentagram I got frustrated so I quickly grabbed a paper and sketched out the drawing on the left. After that I was ready and made the iconic symbol to the right.
screen and product sitting on top of the light box, used to burn the image into the photo emulsion.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, I like to create hell. I’m a cyclist who has great distaste for the cycling community. I find it dull, sterile and extremely corporate. So like I’ve mentioned before I sew my own cycling clothes and I print on them. As you can see I’ve made this jersey a bit more abrasive than the usual cycling jersey. If you would like to see more things I have sewn, you can find them at ghprs.wordpress.com.
-Raise unholy hell everywhere you go!
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.
I think the title says enough but I would like to point out my roommate’s special cat snuck in yet another one of my sketches.
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!
I’ve decided I need to work on flowers. I’ve never been that great at drawing flowers so I starting with poppies and then I will go to roses. This one turned out interesting enough that I decided to ink it.
Poppies have always had a special place in my heart. My family has always grown them around the house since my great grandparents. On the old family farm there were poppies that grew where the old house burnt down, I’ve always thought the field there was beautiful and I still can remember my great uncle crawling down into the well with a cup and getting us kids water to drink. Now days the fields we used to plow and heard the cows on have big houses, owned by wealthy resort people and the country charm has been fading away at an accelerated rate. But I guess that’s progress.
“growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell” -Edward Abbey