Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Space Pietá

Mother Mary Martian held him across her lap. The crowd of family and friends stood by silently. Embarrassed at their banners and cards now seemed highly inappropriate. The radioactive piñata now appeared a bi crude. Owl twins were at each others' throats about how to divide up the gifts. We looked into space with our best eyes and everything we saw was a billion years away and filled us with dread. The Mayor had seen this many times before, and he could barely contain the madness. The Space Catz watch with joy.
pen on paper

Santa Sangre

Santa Sangre
Dancers, clowns and scorpions march around your coffin. The demon fetuses incubate their own demon fetus and all we want is to live to tell about it. The commander squints hard with his one good eye while he tries to understand what Carl is talking about. "Electrons in our salads and tachyons in our pasta, weaving carbs in and around time...". The clowns forge terrible shadows and we live in fear of our own personal circus.

Ink on maternity mannequin
Approximately 17x32