So I’d like to get back into doing comics regularly. So this is the first step, I guess.
My friend Ivy asked me to draw Bjork in her swan dress, so I gave it a try.
Do you like seafood?
But then last night Brett asked me to draw a poster for his ABCs of Death 2 contest entry, which you can watch here.
I did art direction and some of the special effects and my incredibly sexy hands are in it.
I like monsters and horror and weird fiction, but I also like cute stuff and pop-culture also.
I LOVE doing show flyers, and other art for musicians (talk to me about it).
I don’t want to draw sex stuff.
I mean, boobs and wieners are cool, but I don’t want to draw stuff going inside of other things.
So a mummy hitting a dracula in the dong with a mallet is cool, but drawing them trying to make mummy dracula hybrids is something best left to them in private.
I’ll send you a high-res digital copy to do whatever you want with, but if you wanna cover printing and s/h (not much more), I’ll sign it and make sure it looks real nice, and I think that’s a cooler option. But nothing bigger than 11x17. And nobody else will ever get to have it, unless you give it to them.
And speaking of printing, if you’ve seen something on the blog you like, you can have a rad, sick-house slick print of it, for 10 BUCKS.
How about that?
Just hit up firstname.lastname@example.org
And while supplies last (meaning as long as I have ephemera on hand), anyone who orders a physical object will get something extra shoved in the envelope. It could be an animal tooth, it could be a couple playing cards from Las Vegas, it could be a mix cd, or a gamecube game I don’t want (Mario Tennis), or something else mysterious.
It’s like the prizes in boxes of Cracker Jacks!
Actually, it’s not at all. The prizes in Cracker Jacks kinda blow these days.
Vermin Supreme 2016.
Reblogging in case you missed it earlier.
A bottle full of wheatpaste exploded in my room earlier, and now my desk smells like sourdough vomit.
A hollow sigh in the wind.
Oh hey look! It’s the image that kept popping into my head a couple nights ago, preventing me from going to sleep, even as the sun was coming up.
TWICE THE FUN
Footnote: on further inspection, this kinda looks like if the Double Fine two headed baby grew up and got a depressing job. Huh. Didn’t mean to do that.