Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Nocturne in Plazma



Nocturne in Plazma
Hunted almost to extinction for its exotic "Rage Musk", the Plazma Bear is one of the last great untameables. Many towns and cities erect defenses, but the nightmares still get in. Even in ancient Assyria they whisper with awe, while the fashion prone are left to wonder what rottweilers look like in their truest form. Unnoticed by the people, Moai have turned to face the ocean.

Paint pen on Canvas
24x48
$400

Inter-Reality Totem Pole


Inter-Reality Totem Pole
When it was first built, it was fueled by curses, hexes, jinxes, and pantomime. It rolled through swamps on spokes of bone, showing up on front lawns and leering into windows. People mumbled dreams of endless cities, sickness, and a terrible business with Bees. We saw our lives projected on shadows, and we felt the cold gaze of too many geometries.
Acrylic paint wash, Pen on Canvas

22 x 28 inches

$300

Business as Usual

Business as Usual
I sneak into your room at night and move all your bookmarks so all your stories seem to skip and to trip over themselves, repeating and wandering lost in their own pages. But Russel J. Walrussel wants to assure you that it’s all going as planned. The darkness consumes us and crawls across our skin. We sit in our ancient cities and light fires in our robots. I can see my reflection but do not feel that I am the truth.

Ink and paint on mannequin torso.
In the personal collection of C. Vance

The Mayor Saga


Mayor Saga- Triptych
Endings are difficult. Not everyone is satisfied wether everyone lives, or the robots realize the error of their ways, or if the octopus gets the girl. The Mayor made his story so that it can always continue. The threads all line up again and again. Birth-Life-Death, Life-Death-Birth, or Death-Birth-Life; the same characters, the same lines of dialogue. Infinite replay. Where it ends is up to you. You have to be the one to look away.


Ink on Illustration Board
$800



Birth of the Mayor- Unto Space, a Child is Born
When Mayor o. Space was born, he seemed destined for greatness. They gave him a planet and he gave them back a solar system. They said it wasn't enough. He took the solar system and turned it into a galaxy. They didn't like the color and complained there weren't enough bathrooms. He took the galaxy and spun it out into an entire universe with pacified apes, Roman ruins and rampaging robots. Finally, once he had given them everything, they were satisfied. Don't forget to vote Mayor for Mayor.

10x15 ink on board
Panel one of three in the Mayor Saga Triptych


Life of the Mayor- Lost in the Bosphorus
When she left, he spent hundreds of years sitting under the waves and resisting the mighty currents. Rumors started that he was dead, but others claimed they could hear him murmuring in the Hagia Sofia. Centaurs robbed pilgrims on the roads to their ancestral homes and the USSA took everyone to the moon. We sting the most from self inflicted wounds.

10x15 ink on board
Panel two of three in the Mayor Saga Triptych


Death of the Mayor- Ad Astra Per Aspera
The airlock. Why do they have to make it so complicated? With zombies loose on the space station, packs of dogs attacking the weak and the young in the outer levels, and the giant crabs demanding exact change... Well, let's just say he had a lot on his mind. Now, even the pirates and cyborgs are worrying about ancient Incan curses since there is no one around to "Stop the Terorr".

10x15 ink on board
Panel three of three in the Mayor Saga Triptych

Monday, March 7, 2011

The Mars Saga


Mars, Phobos and Deimos as seen through a telescope from the roof of an abandoned 7-11 on a thursday night, 76 degrees with a slight wind drifting out of the south.


Ink on 3 Canvas
$300 (Mars Only *Now with color 1-20-15)



Phobos
Late in 2084, psychologists made a last ditch effort to prove their usefulness. They taught us to do everything on instinct alone. But we settled for the lowest emotional denominators. It easy and trendy to act as the Plazma Bear; raise hackles, extend claws, bare teeth or turn and run at the instant of provocation. The Queen of Fear described it as, “A huge success”.

Ink on canvas, 5x7
In the Collection of MM




Deimos
The clouds gathered and rabbits rubbed together. Their throats quivered and tightened and they dug deeper into their burrows. The Queen of Dread slumped numbly and her bones murmured useless prayers all the while knowing she had been abandoned. We drove angrily, our pins pulled, and we waited to explode.

Ink on canvas, 5x7
In the Collection of MM




Mars


Space Catz play among the discarded weapons and empty trenches. Not counting a brief run-in with the Mustache Collector, she hasn’t seen the enemy in weeks. Her arsenal remains silent and mantids buzz her foxhole and tell her the war is over. Her agent had promised her that this job would be her big break into show-biz.

Ink on canvas, 16x12


Octophant Vs. The Sharkrillas



Octophant Vs. The Sharkrillas
All your conspiracy theories failed to see this coming. Chains slipped loose from their chores of holding and restraining and the greatest beasts ever are ready for battle. The Space Catz watch the destruction with complete indifference. Only Freddie can protect the villagers from certain doom, while the queen is busy trying on her new dress. The soul came out of its burrow and saw its shadow. Be prepared for six more weeks of sorrow.

Ink and paint on Art Board, 20x30
$700

The Crow-man and Lady Mondagreen



The Crow-man and Lady Mondagreen
He likes condors and battles at sea. She likes music and ninjas. He sings to her his songs of regal crowns and spaceships and she trains llamas for war. The mystic hippo floats by while the city waits quietly for bombs to go off. The Owl Twins stalk the streets at night and look for wallets to steal. Wings flutter over corpses and the scent of the storm wafts in.

5 feet by 5 feet
Paint Pen on Canvas

Dogs Dogs Dogs



Dogs Dogs Dogs
We ran and we ran and we ran and we ran and we stopped to sniff some stuff and then we peed on it and then we ran and ran and ran and sniffed and sniffed and ran.

In the Collection of C. Vance
18 x 24 Pen on Paper
2008

Daphne, a transmission from the future...



Daphne, a transmission from the future...
A word of advice about your destiny. Your dad is probably a robot who may turn on humanity during the robot uprising. This makes you half robot and prone to teasing at school from your human friends as well as the computers in the computer lab. This will pass. Your mom is a ninja, able to disappear and travel through ghostly realms. This means difficult training lies ahead. Learn these skills, use them well, and don't forget: you need to save the world at pre''',,,slllllyyy 06xxxxxxxx.........5 on M0000000...
Transmission interrupted.

8.5x11 Pen on Paper
In the Collection of Nell, Josh and Daphne Scotto

Traveling Through a Taxidermied Country



Traveling Through a Taxidermied Country
I had to keep moving. Everyone around here was frozen in poses of aggression though the truth is they died in their sleep. The politician, forever gesticulating toward enemy horizons. His public, always twisted in rage and fear. They hadn't even been dusted lately. When I sat down to rest, I had to tap my feet, wriggle my fingers and wave my arms to ward off the stillness. I thought of P, walled up in Baltimore and spurred myself onward again, before I found myself stuffed and mounted as well.

Ink on 4-inch Kid Robot Mini-Munny

The Blood of Bob Hoskins



The Blood Of Bob Hoskins
For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to be a rap star or an engineer, or an illustrator for medical textbooks. All that changed when he met Guitarbot 2000. Now he had one true desire: to lay down these old bones, sleep professionally and dream in front of a live studio audience.

10x15, Pen on Art Board
In the collection of F. Haxton

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I Wish I Was a Little Lighter


I Wish I Was a Little Lighter
The General was saddened that she wanted so badly to leave him. He watched as she floated away over the pointy tops of buildings, beyond the mountains and the cave of the angry plazma bear. Using a telescope, he nervously observed her passage past the invisible orbiting fortress of the Spacecatz and disappearance into the arms of the constellation Cephalopoda. Then he remembered all the things he needed to tell her.

Pen on paper
8.5x11
In the Collection of T. Lambert and A. McWilliams

Upskirt

Upskirt
I looked over very exciting days after waxing nostalgic. With the girls shaking it for the locals, providing a brief respite from the turmoil. All your many eyes can see all the many things as you stride along, a glorious giant. Like a naughty little boy, I cannot help but peek.
Pen on Art Board
8.5x11
In the Collection of D. Wiegle

Popular Mechanics: Miss September

Popular Mechanics: Miss September
Dear Popular Mechanics,
I never dreamed anything like this would happen to me, but I assure you every word of it is true...

Pen on Art Board
8.5x11
From the Collection of S. Neville

Helen's Bed


Helen’s Bed
Helen’s Bed is dark and quiet. I climb to her even though knives and bullets litter the linens. We huddle together against the cold and the endlessly leering faces, our own thoughts spiraling headlong into glory and conclusion. She scowls at the interlopers and protects our finite space.

Ink on Art Board, 10x7.5
$200

The Slowest of Times

The Slowest of Times
Slowest in the universe, guaranteed! Whole days weave between a tic and a toc. Grab a slice of infinite cheesecake and a bottle of Jack Daniels to take the edge off. It can take 100 years for a rain drop to fall, and 1000 years for a flower to bloom. Super-Hyper-Quantum-Micro computers will make it possible for you and your personal nosferatu to spend eternity watching eternity take forever to go by.

Ink and paint on Art Board
10x7.5
From the personal collection of R. Spears

Chex Mix Taint Saw Massacre


Chex Mix Taint Saw Massacre
The old witch toiled to keep her children fed. She traveled far and wide, battled the giant squids, the Grumpy Pill, and the Magic Owl in order to get her hands on snacky-foods with pretzels and salt and sugar and crunch. It was tiring work. Her bones were made brittle and bent in their dedication to the dark arts and her children never really appreciated all her hard work.

7x10
Ink on Illustration Board
From the collection of B. Porray

With Gypsy Bruises


With Gypsy Bruises
We charge through Rome at night. Weaving around its dark monuments and I finally feel safe. I've added more bones to surround my vital parts. Everything is encased in safety, wrapped in safety, folded away in safety. The sounds of breathing are pushed down into the soil and shadows. We fly past gypsies who pull at our skin and throw hexes before disappearing like cool coins slipped into sun-chapped palms. This will all go better than it did last time.

8.5x11
Pen on Paper
$200

Friday, March 4, 2011

We've Got Diseases


We've Got Diseases
We've got diseases and are willing to share. Agents loom in shadows and scowl as their hero gives up saving the day to spin records. We twist in agony while we wait for these stones in our back to turn. We've got pain and we are eager to share. This is what we are left with when all is given away.

8.5x11
Pen on paper
$200

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Riding with Temudjin


Riding with Temudjin
I hear a voice pleading with me to turn back. The Owl Twins have grown bold after their years of fear. The Cobrahuahua barks and hisses when teased. I hear the voice again, whispering across waves of grass, but something is forgotten. We weren’t always enemies, but we were never really friends.

Ink on Art Board, 10x15
$200

Aleatoric


Aleatoric
Everyday. The same song on the radio as they got closer to home. Daily subliminals slipped into dreams. Classic crooning slipped into work conversation. Even on another side of the planet. A quick walk for food and they would catch a bit of song from grainy foreign radios at street vendor stalls. And they would have the tune stuck in their heads the rest of the night.

In the collection of Rick and Joyce
14x17, Pen on Paper

Always Fighting


Always Fighting
I’m always shaking my imaginary fists at imaginary foes. The first man on Mars keeps seeing menacing faces in corners and shadows. I can’t rest, and I can’t relax because my armor clanks and squeaks when the sun goes down. I’ll bleed-out on you as you bleed-out to the sky despite my best efforts. The MOTHbot is a timid creature on a dangerous mission. I’m always fighting in my own head, and I’m always losing.

Acrylic Paint and Ink on Bristol
14x17
In the Collection of A. Alvarez

The Auto-Magnesium


The Curious Case of the Auto-Magnesium
She held it up for them to see. The C-11 unit confirmed it as authentic. 50 foot Carl Sagan and his demon bride were pleased to see it returned to safety. "It is not about who has caught the disease," she said, "But whom the disease has caught."
Meanwhile, the Spacecatz went back to their old hometown to see how much things had changed, and found a land in ruins.

Pen on Paper
8.5 x 11
$200

Most Notorious Attributes


Our Most Notorious Attributes
She stood on the shore of the Nile like a passenger waiting for Charon. As the Chancellor of Opposites, it was her duty and privilege to watch over the Self-Mandlebrotting machine. Her music soothed the King of the Octophants, so the flooding would be mild this year. Radiation from the TV rings our eyes and we are content all through Slept-tember.

Pen on paper
8.5 x 11
In the collection of D and M Calkins

She Floats Up


She Floats Up
A timid wave from a fast dissolving position. The little dreamer drifts past her and the spinning slows. The sun never rises for those underwater. It's either there or it isn't. The cuttlefish can see by it's own light that she doesn't even notice him. She'll break the surface soon and be one with the sun.

Monkey Always Wins



Monkey Always Wins
Kids flicker the whip-flash of their pistola tongues at all we’ve built up over the years. A sure sign that we need a tyrant to tell us what to do. Someone with iron hands to snuff out remaining embers of magic and mystery that distract from our chores. Reduced to burning the bones of ancestors to keep warm, and we bet our wages on the beast of our choice, but science has proven that monkey always wins.

8.5x11
Pen on Paper
$200

The Flying Skull


Flying Skull
Many were frightened by the Flying Skull’s return this year. His demeanor was more aggressive and reckless than it had been in years past. Ground shook and mountains exploded into the sky. The children had fun throwing rocks and bones at him while the adults cowered in closets and prayed to the gods. They begged that the Flying Skull be sent on to bother the next town because they deserved it more.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
Sold to Persons Unknown

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Fear of Fear


Fear of Fear
Owl Twins clacked beaks and fluttered wings. They insisted on believing in the memories of dreams and had worked themselves into a frenzy of worry. Spacecatz muttered in Czech about crop dusters fighting swamp monsters. This was more than the Owl Twins could handle and they began molting furiously. “Your fear will consume you either way.” grumbled Walgesicht and the city was quiet.

8.5x11
Pen on Paper
In the Collection of Darrell and Megan P.

Sleep Soundly


Sleep Soundly
Sleep soundly little dreamer. The warm embrace of the stars awaits as circular systems swim by. Playing on Kepler’s Shores of Somnium with squid ink writing on the sand. It’s getting darker all around us. The cats’ ears flick back and forth in worry. Swiveling systems swim by. The Forgetting rolls foggily across the hills, muffling the screams and caressing the flies. Screaming systems swim by. You are everyone’s second-favorite person.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
$200

The Purification


The Purification
Her atoms stretched and spasmed. The torrential force of "Beam X" stripped her down to particles and scattered them along the Galaxial Plane. Her thoughts were everywhere and startled the space wizard at home in his star. He gathered up some of her pieces and watched them glow and swirl and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in all his thousands of years. She was humming a melody that he remembered hearing somewhen else.

8.5x11
Pen on paper
$200

The Zomby King


The Virgin Mother (She sang a song to me). Some stories said the Zomby King gave out cheesecake and sodas. Other stories said he ate your brains. I wasn't in the mood for sweets of any kind, so Baby Techno and I went to watch movies, our ray guns set to kill. We saw the devil there, watching movies alone.

10x15
Pen on Illustration Board
$300

The Moai of Now


The Moai of Now
I have stood upon my Ahu in the navel of the world for more than 500 years. All of Worldtime spreads out before me and breathes as I breathe. My serpent queen whispers visions to me and murmurs like the ocean at my back. My trees are beautiful in spring and lay shattered in autumn. I have watched your wars, seen the Mayor of Space die and yet be reborn many times. Now, my queen informs me it is time. Time for us to once more walk across the earth like thunder.

8.5x11
Pen on Paper
From the collection of M. Crawley

Unexpected Thursday


Unexpected Thursday
As sure we don’t pick our noses for fear of the booger-spider, Thursday comes each week immediately following a Wednesday. And yet, one week we weren’t expecting her visit. All trains were canceled except the Nova Express. Everyone missed their favorite shows while standing out in the streets watching signs and omens. It was someone else’s Thursday delivered by mistake. Her eyes became a maze we got lost in, and scientists noted that exactly 23.875 hours later she was gone.

Pen on Bristol, 14x17
$200

The Second Star Father


The Early Arrival of the Second Star Father
He was early again. Way too early. He couldn't just save the Earth now. He had to wait for the right time, do the right thing, be in the right place. He would have to wade through a tedious history of plagues and gorilla uprisings, all to undo a mistake he made in the future -- when he showed up to save the world way too early.

8.5x11 Pen on Paper
Sold to persons unknown.

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The First Star Fa(r)ther


The Second Coming of the First Star Father
Without the Mayor around to negotiate for them, they hid in their attics with their monsters and bones. They added crenellation to all their homes, like hackles raised on angry dogs. They prayed in vain attempts to secure mercy, "Star Father, Who art from the heavens. We cower at thy name..." Meanwhile, Desmond the Rock Badger tuned up for the gig of his life.

10x15
Pen On Illustration Board
$200

Alice: Epilogue



Alice (Epilogue)
Too many strange creatures and shrinking and growing and backwards upside-down places. She’s afraid of mirrors now. She knows she can’t trust her own reflection and the lies it tells her. The cat has many more vices than he lets on and we're all running late as usual.

2007 18x24

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Robots Will Destroy Us All (Thank god)



And the Robots Will Destroy Us All (Thank god)
We watched one too many cartoons and bought too much plastic. The buildings may fight for us, or run away to the country. Either way we’ll be tossed around inside our rooms where we once thought we were safe. Sure, we’ll embrace each other as brothers eventually, but only once we’ve exhausted every other option and eaten all the cheesecake.

2007
18x24

The Crushing Depths



The Crushing Depths
We keep going. Down and down and down. You’ll either die from drowning, or the impact when you hit bottom. Our brains and cupcakes become heavier and heavier until all is crushed out of existence, too small for the universe to take notice of. Still we keep going. Down and down and down.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11

The Audience



The Audience
Our host is a dapper gentleman with all the right credentials. The crowd loves him and he loves them. Under the watchful eyes of the hidden soldier, he told the crowd of Space Dome Alpha not to worry about this season’s plague while they watched with slack faces and eager eyes.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
From the personal collection of Jenn

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Mister Caterpillar Arms


Mister Caterpillar Arms
One day my arms will wrap themselves in the armor of transformation. I will try to enjoy and memorize every moment, every change of color and pulse of evolution beneath the ripening chitin. The gestation will seem too short and the metamorphosis too astounding. Some day my arms will flex and fly away and I’ll finally have the place to myself.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
In the collection of Xtevion

The Bulbman and Constantine XI

Bulbman and Constantine XI
There never was going to be a supermarket built here. The ground is too swampy and many of the locals had hidden dark secrets and failed relationships in these lands. The Bulbman drank his soda and kept his secrets to himself while the machines of coming war sprang to life.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
From the personal collection of Janner Radera

The Mayor of Space



The Mayor of Space
We don’t know how he kept the universe stable. The aliens and Vikings trembled at his firey hand. Some say a woman was his undoing. He left his hot-dogs uneaten and went out an airlock without a helmet. It was two weeks before anyone noticed he was gone.And then all hell started breaking loose.

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
From the personal collection of J. Mead

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SpaceCatz


SpaceCatz
The Space Catz agreed with the Octopus. They didn’t want to. They didn’t like to hurt people, and they certainly weren’t keen on the choice for catering, but who wants to argue with a cephalopod?

Pen on Paper, 8.5x11
From the personal collection of J. Descallar

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