Stripe struggles, Horror With Training Wheels

(The following artworks were created as part of my participation in Horror With Training Wheels over at Guts and Grog Reviews.  See the original appearances here.)

     My inspiration for the following pieces was from the very end of Gremlins when Stripe’s skeletal remains pop up out of the fountain.  It seems my two favorite moments come from the beginning and end of the film (the second being the hilarious, teary-eyed monologue of the poor girl relating the story of her dumb-ass father’s attempt to come down the chimney dressed as Santa).  Anyway, I ended up with three artworks.  Enjoy!

     My first impulse was to draw Stripe’s skeletal remains in my signature Fuzzy Skeletonian style.

     I wasn’t quite satisfied with this so I moved on to painting which produced something much more like “Stripe: Demon From Hell.”  This version ended up with much more energy than the previous take.

     Still, I felt restless with my efforts and started to get discouraged so I turned to my ever-reliable cynicism and got all Andy Warhol on this bitch.  I reduced the screen cap I was working from down to a 4 color gray scale and printed it out on some watercolor paper.  After a liberal application of red paint and some dry brush to accentuate the eyes I ended up with a bloody soulless homage to commercialism.  Andy would be proud.

     Well, that about wraps this up.  Thanks to Tromeric for inviting me to participate and giving me a little something to focus my artwork on.  Despite my bitching I enjoyed working on these pieces : )

     Thanks for stopping by and don’t forget to check out the avalanche of amazing content that Horror With Training Wheels has turned into!

mutant stomach

     Boy, this month did NOT go as hoped.  I had hoped I would at least be well rested and fullo creative energy but the only new artwork I’ve produced so far is one half finished marker drawing which I started a couple of hours ago.  It’s a good thing I was so productive LAST October or this year’s OPG would’ve been almost nonexistent.

     Speaking of last October, please to enjoy my mutant stomach which shares a sandwich background with escape.  Wow, only two more days to go.  Meh.

Pink Floyd and why I’m so damned interesting


     When I finished this it reminded me of the fact that I spent entirely too much time as a grade-schooler listening to and staring at Pink Floyd albums.  You’d figure my parents would’ve at least made me wait until I was a teenager before allowing me to consume and memorize things like The Wall.  I guess it’s not necessarily a bad thing.  I mean, you can’t say that experiences like this run the risk of making you boring.

relaxing, giving up and geysers of blood


     I’ve been concentrating on relaxing lately.  Getting back to my old habits of tuning out, wasting time and just resting.  Before this blog, before getting back into my art.  Just a nihilistic defeatism without hope, without dreams, without pain (or as close as I could get to it).  I would often play the game of thinking about being homeless.  Wondering what it would be like to not have a job, not have bills to pay, not have any “social responsibilities” or whatever you call them.  Just existing as a non-entity, a virtual zombie as it were.

     As a teenager, during my first of two senior years in high school I would often skip school to go down to the local creek and lay out on this big flat rock in the middle of the stream and just close my eyes and listen to the water flowing around me.  I miss that rock, that sound, that simplicity.  The freedom to just let everything fall apart.  Nowadays, I still hear water but I’m in a row boat with a slow leak.  If I stop rowing, if I stop bailing things get out of hand pretty quickly.  I still have the impulse to just chuck it all though.

     Perhaps that’s what this abstract monster of blood geysers is all about.  Just a little wish fulfillment or a graphic imagining of the violence and destruction that would result in my life if I just gave the fuck up.

under the surface

     Here’s a moldy oldie from the Summer of ’89.  I find this one interesting because seems to show the content that I fully embrace today just barely starting to emerge in my early drawings and doodles.  It’s just under the surface and it’s poking its head up to say ‘Hi’, trying to disturb the serene scene above.

     Heh.  Maybe this guy’ll show up on the 4th, bringing his flamey flames with him and I can drunkenly order him to light all my fireworks for me.  Have a good holiday, folks!

snatch chest and nintendo memories


     Look what I found!  Proof!  Proof, I tell you!  This is some pre-Sharpie craze India ink stuff that proves, or rather explains, how I was so easily able to draw Mangina vs. Cockasaurus.  It was simply something that I had done before!

     At the time I drew this I was pretty sure it was just from playing Ultima: Quest of the Avatar on ye olde NES.  There were these monsters called “Snatches” (seriously, I’m not making this up).  They basically looked like meatballs with stubby legs and had big, sideways mouths opening and closing in spectacular, two-frame, sprite animation!  This was a kids game.  A game which taught you the basics about Truth, Love and Courage and how those three principles combined to make the eight virtues of Honesty, Compassion, Valor, Justice, Honor, Sacrifice, Spirituality and Humility.  How they got away with Snatches I’ll never know.

     Anyway, Nintendo game trivia aside, I thought this drawing was rather interesting when taking into account the past and present states of my artistic inclinations.

the maxx and radiationitis

     Well, I’m thinkin’ I better get my art on before the radiation spreads and kills us all so here’s some past pencil pushin’ for all ya’lls.  This is some pre-Sharpie craze stuff from almost 10 years ago.  I’m thinkin’ there’s some influences from when the MTV showed the animated cartoon version of The Maxx all those many years ago.  I’m guessin’ the teethy little Isz had something to do with what you see above.

     Seriously though, folks.  If any of you start to come down with the radiationitis let me know and I’ll start my Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza early.  Likewise, if I’m the first to come down with it, I’ll do my best to launch the event myself and crank out as much art as I can before my arms fall off.

mangina vs. cockasaurus, 2 of 2


     If you haven’t already, head over to Mr. Gable’s Reality and drink deeply the literary elixir that is Mangina vs Cockasaurus.  All done?  Pretty awesome, eh?  I thought so too.  Stacia and I tossed a joke title at him on a lark and he cranks out an instant gem of a movie pitch!  That’s what’s called “The Gable Way” and don’t you fucking forget it.

     Recently, when Gable casually suggested I do the poster art for the movie, I found it more than a little intriguing.  I mean, I’ve never been bashful about drawing vaginas and cocks in my artwork and Gable’s movie pitch had so much imagination that coming up with something to draw was quite easy.  While I didn’t end up drawing an actual movie poster per se, I did come up with a couple of scenes from the movie pitch featuring our lovable hero and our dastardly villain.  First up, Mangina:

     This is from early in the final battle when they’re beating each other off up with various improvised weapons and objects.  I’m much happier with this version of Mangina.  While I got the disfigured look down with yesterday’s first draft I thought he ended up looking a little wimpy and Mangina is supposed to be super strong.  I beefed him up in this version.  Much better, I think.  Plus the car door looks like the door off of the old Geo Metro I used to drive.

     Cockasaurus gave me trouble at first but then I stopped thinking so hard and just drew a huge cock, as I am wont to do:

     This is Cockasaurus firing that fateful shot that brought Mangina crashing to the ground, foiling his attempt at an aerial escape and almost spelling the end of Mangina.  I’m pretty tickled with this.  Once I decided to go Full Moon with the “costume” and “special effects” it really worked well.  Gary Busey could easily play the part of Cockasaurus, am I right?

     Well, this has been both gobs of fun and quite interesting.  I surprised myself that I was able to think of an idea or two and reproduce them in a fairly accurate fashion to what I had in my head.  Kind of a minor, personal breakthrough of sorts.  Anyway, I hope this was as fun for you as it was for me.  VAGINAS AND COCKS RULE!!

mangina vs. cockasaurus, 1 of 2


     Here’s my first draft of Mangina.  I drew him “street vigilante” style, with his spiked club, ready to brutally murder any and all criminals that cross his path:

     Cockasaurus proved to be more difficult for some reason.  What follows is not so much a first draft as a sort of brainstorming of what the character should look like:

     After I finished these first two attempts it dawned on me what I needed to do.  I realized I was thinking way too hard about this.  I remembered the final showdown in the junkyard and it suddenly all fell into place.  Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion to my Gable-inspired drawing adventure!

birds in the sky

     I drew a handful of these creatures during the Sharpie craze.  I think they were just attempts to recreate what I had done in eruption, one of my all-time favorite drawings.  I can only assume that this is also a self-portrait of sorts.  Not sure what it’s all about but the birds in the sky in the background are nice.

     Oh well, that’s all I’ve got.  Thanks for taking a look.

Mutant Santa…


     …in a sick twisted christmas complete with xmas trees, elf porn, and the everseeing eye…spying on all those children of the 3rd dimension.

– Credits –

Original artwork:  Me
Title and description text:  Mr. Gable (used without permission and hopefully forgiven!)
Color scheme/ideas inspired by:  Katn and Mr. Gable

     I don’t normally do anything special for xmas but I just couldn’t resist!  When I read the comments on hungry head they totally stuck in my head and I just ran with it.  The colorizing is a bit primitive and goofy but I just decided to have fun with it.  I did my best to achieve what was in the comments of the original post, turning the “xmas trees” green and going with the Grinch colors for Mutant Santa.

     I hope you all get a laugh from this one, that’s what it’s for!  This also turned out to be my 100th post!  Yay for me and Mutant Santa!

rygar hanging

     More stuff from my past.  The creature at the bottom was probably the result of me playing the original NES Rygar game too much.  Looks a little like one of the level bosses.  I loved Rygar.  There was no time limit, no score, just a quest to complete and you could take your own sweet time.  My kinda game.

     Anyway, I’m sure there’s lots of symbolism in this one but I’ve never really gave it much thought.  Maybe the little guy hanging below and inside the powerful beast man is supposed to be my vulnerable, inner self, preferring to die rather than face the difficulties and pain of life.  Or maybe he’s just too tired from playing Rygar.

fire woman


     Someone once said that Lynyrd Skynyrd had only two songs:  Freebird and Not Freebird.  Similarly, I think The Cult also had only two songs:  Fire Woman and Sounds Like Fire Woman, am I right?  Anyway, here’s my fiery woman.  I guess she’s more of a monster than a woman but, hey, I’d hit it.

     This started out as another one of my super hairy creature drawings but then I started fiddling around with the colors post scan.  Honestly, I kind of stumbled upon this color scheme but it really caught my eye so I ran with it.  I’m glad I did because it completely transformed the drawing.  The fuzzy suddenly turned into flames.  I couldn’t have planned this better in a million years.  I love happy accidents!

peen, hand, tongue and mouth


     This is one of my favorites mainly due to the stylized peen I drew up there in the corner.  I’m also proud of myself for turning what started out as a random squiggle into the pointing hand at the bottom.  Oh sure, I also drew a snorting monster with a vagina ear that’s about bite the hand that licks it but who cares?  Peen and hand, man!

     Heh, maybe I need to go jerk off.

hungry head


     Last night I just realized that this drawing is a self-portrait.  When I was perusing more of my Sharpie craze stuff, trying to decide what to post next, I noticed this drawing was immediately followed by this.  It’s almost like the above work is an unconscious representation of the state of my mind that led to the crazed death porno work.

     Here it is, over 7 years later and I’m still having to figure this shit out.

manimal cyborg dad

     Here’s some more of my drawing backstory from high school.  Strong dad influences in this one (and, for some reason, a dash of Marlon Brando).  Also some beastman type stuff going on in there, probably from watching too many episodes of Manimal.

     Anyway, my dad got one of his eyes shot out with a bee-bee gun as a kid.  He apparently had a glass eye for a while when he was younger but by the time I knew him he was sporting an eye patch.  That combined with his dark, curly hair gave him a decidedly pirate look.  Thinking about it now, he would’ve looked much more awesome if he’d had a semi-translucent plate riveted over his bad eye, as pictured above.  Would’ve given him a much cooler, cyborg, road warrior look.

demon bird

(click for full size)

     Here’s my latest watercolor experimentation.  I actually went out and bought some 90lb. watercolor paper and I have to say it makes a big difference.  You can work a little wetter and don’t have to wait for stuff to dry before adding layers.  Also, much less warping when dry.

     As for content, this didn’t turn out exactly like I wanted.  I’m still quite the novice painter and a wet, soft brush doesn’t lend itself as easily to the hard, fast lines I’m accustomed to in my marker drawings.  While this demon bird creature doesn’t look friendly, he’s definitely not as menacing as I had hoped for.  Looks more like a Mardi Gras parade costume than a voracious demon from hell attempting to devour your soul.  Oh well, I’m still learning.

     I hope Demon Bird has added a little fuzzy, feathery interest to your day as we slide into the final days of October.