Tuesday, September 28, 2010

New Topic

I tried to think of something everyone would like, so instead I'm doing something no one is gonna like. I don't have a simple theme- my theme is "opposite stance." Let me explain- if you're pro-choice, make some anti-abortion propaganda. Not sarcastically or sardonically, really, really try to get inside the headspace of someone you disagree with and see things from their point of view. Do some research. If you hate guns, do a pro-NRA piece. You you're vegetarian, do a meat ad. If you're gay, do some bible-thumping "marriage is between a man and a woman" material, etc. I'd make the converse examples but I feel like we don't have a lot of conservatives on here- tell me if I'm wrong though.

Monday, September 27, 2010


It was super hard deciding which to win, I loved the Plague Masks and zombies in the Italian Renaissance, the photographs of an zombie crime scene was BEAUTIFULLY done, and the story of a child becoming a monster in the aftermath or society attempting to rise from the ash.

I'm gonna pick Sean's story. They were all great, but the idea of a world re-created in the future where the future is dead is exactly what I'm talking about.

I loved it.

Congrats Sean!


The Renaissance (French for "rebirth"; Italian: Rinascimento, from ri- "again" and nascere "be born")


Sunday, September 26, 2010

Breakfast (NSFW)

John Dööe



Victim 37, plastic, plush, apple juice

76.2 x 91.4 cm

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Coming of Age in the late 1970's

November 6, 1979

Pleasantville, NJ

My names is Charles Piper, and I’m 15 years old. I live at 215 Oak Street in Pleasnatville NJ (close to Atlantic City). I go to Pleasantville high school, my favorite show is CHiPs, and I have to do this homework assignment in response to the Iranian Hostage Crisis for Mr. Leeds’ Social Studies class. A couple days ago, while watching Welcome Back Kotter, I saw a news report that said a group of Muslim students and militants took over the Embassy of the United States in support of Islam or something. They’ve got like 52 of our people and I think the Russians are helping them. I think we should use Delta Force or something to get them back.

Friday, September 24, 2010

So I have two versions here. I had initialy intended to draw this out and then do a charcoal tracing onto another sheet to give it the look of an old etching, but after I drew it all out I really liked the cleaner version. I figured i would put up both to see what you all think.

I had intended to make a much more graphic depiction of the Renaissance Plague Mask Doctors VS. the Zombies but once I started drawing the background of the Italian Renaissance it seemed to take over. I'm not one for forcing my brain to do what it doesn't want to so I rolled with it. No I think its a little creepy like a weird travel log of the wonderful sights in Beautiful Italy that just happens to be during a Cataclysm.

Monday, September 20, 2010

What happened?

Everyone who participates in this is in some form or fashion a huge fucking nerd. We've plumped the depths of the lower social strata and are comfortable where we've landed. So for my topic, instead of making it vague or style specific or make you Rule 34 your favorite childhood memory I'm going to do what's been kicking around my head for a while.

Zombie Renaissance.

What happens after a Zombie Apocalypse? Is there peaceful cohabitation? Do zombies form their own social status based on the various forms of decomposition? Do they wear jewelry? Does technology still advance?

In my pea-sized and pearl smooth brain, it'd be like coming out of the Dark Ages. There would be an explosion of music, art, literature, and technology.

But I'm a functional retard. Do with this as you will.

Apparently I'm not the only one: http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Zombie_Renaissance

WINNER (Self Poritait)

I'm glad I was sleepy and passed out when I got home last night cuz there were a lot of late entries. This was pretty tough. I never thought I would end up being an art critic. I would have flipped a coin but those bastards at the mint dont make four sided coins.

Since I have to choose I'm going for Peet's sketch. I like the idea of an artistic portrait of your artistic style. Theres something indelible about a persons style that no matter how much you streatch never goes away, something about your personal style thats more permanent and telling then your looks.

So congrats Peet and my appoligies to the rest of us that have to submit our "Goat-C" interpretations.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Self Portrait

So I was going to finish this a little more, but instead I went hiking on the Appalachian Trail. This actually kinda fits a self portrait of me, because I tend not to complete projects (or not to make time to complete projects). I will probably do a little more on this and then scan it in all proper-like, because I surprised myself with how well it turned out. It is actually a drawing of a self-portrait, because I took the photo I used as reference. So yeah, I'm tired and sweaty and need to shower and sleep, but was determined to post something since I actually did something, even if it isn't finished - neither am I.

Half an ass...

Is better than no ass. I've been playing with trying to take self-portraits with my cameraphone for a while now- jealous of Trish's ability to do the same. Here's one of the efforts I rather like, as it's not a bad show of how I was feeling at the time.

Hand Style Self Portrait.

I'm going a slightly less literal translation of an illustrated self portrait which is extremely fun to do. So yea, I'm also doing this on my phone because I'm not home and the self portraits I've drawn for this weeks assignment are on my kitchen table.

I don't know if I need to explain this, but I will say this: she's a slut. Bung.
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*EDIT* I'm home and exhausted, but I've explained this entry a little more in the comments.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Self Portrait

Thought I'd take a step away from doing themes and try a style. I know a self portrait is traditionally a painting, but it can be a verbal description, poem, or a potato chip that has your greezie features. What ever strikes your fancy.


A lot of people hated my theme so I'll slink back into the shadows quietly. I'm going to turn it over to Jeff, who's Zombie Reagan looked pretty much exactly like alive Reagan which was the sort of thing I thought about a lot back then.

My bad, all.

Sunday, September 12, 2010


I don't know why but this entry was incredibly hard for me. This is basically all I could come up with.

Even though I wrote this on the drawing, many many apologies to SKEME and the other writers on Style Wars. I'm gonna try to find the original I was inspired on my own blog if you're interested.

If you haven't seen Style Wars and you lived through the 80's around NYC, you're denying yourself an awesome experience. I highly recommend it. Here's a link to it:

Zombie Reagan

This is a political statement about how Reagan in the 80's turned America into a nation of mindless money hungry whores. Its about how the 80's was a time in our nation where we lost our soul for material goods and abandoned our creative spirit. But most of all I just wanted to draw Ronald Reagan as a Zombie.........alright all I wanted to do was draw Ronald Regan as a Zombie, but that first part makes me sound a whole lot smarter.

Girl2point0s Room circa the Eighties

So I ran out of time to do this physically but here was my draft design. I was going to do it 3d and take a photo of the final. Thanks Peet. This blog is great!

Saturday, September 11, 2010


Ok, so I have been working on this forever. But its about as Jim Henson/Brian Froud as anything I have EVER done.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The New Theme

"I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking for a ride
I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side
I'm looking for the treason that we knew in '65
Beware the savage jaw... of 1984!"
David Bowie, "1984"

I've been fixated on the past a lot recently, so this week is all about the 1980's. Cocaine, leg warmers, and car chases. Knock it out.

Sunday, September 5, 2010


I chose this topic to see what other people thought of alien invasions. I have had reoccurring dreams of one for years. The story unfolds and grows with each passing almost like a many season TV series. It's the only topic that keeps going like this.

So although all of the submissions were unique and really great, I have to choose R.M. Sean B. Jaffe as that one just blew me away. Not only did he explore something I have been speculating (aliens have been here all along we just can't recognize them because we are bipedal-centric in thinking), Sean also captured the scene in such an interesting way. I've reread the story like 6 times now.

Sean one of my favorites from you. Win!

I have had so many ideas for this one but little time and resource (and skill) to create it. It's going in my finish someday list. At least 3 scenes I'm very excited about.

BrierRoze's Submission

So tonight, I had a live performance of "Alien Invasion" from BrierRoze. It was an interpretative dance which concluded with her invading my ear.

Here is a photo of her after the performance.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Alien Invasion

Ok so I'm heading out for the rest of the weekend and won't get a chance to finish this so I figured I'd post what I've got so far.

I'm pretty stoked on it.

This is basically what it's gonna look like when it's all done. Just with more detail/opacity changes.

Alien Invasion

Havent painted anything for forever so I took a stab at it. Sucks working with a deadline, dont know how you pros do it. Realy only had the one free day to work on it.

This is entitled aptly "Alien Invasion".

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Invasion of You

... And again.

You wake up in a room you’ve never seen before. It’s small, wooden. The bed is comfortable if somewhat small; there’s a garish poster of an asian pop star in a language you can’t immediately read but looks like, you dunno... maybe Korean? Outside the window, unfamiliar trees wave in a gentle rainstorm. In the distance, you see clear beach.

You blink, confused.

Your whole world becomes television static, like switching channels.

You blink again. Your ceiling is above you. You’re in your room.

“ Wake up. “ It says, blinking sideways over softball-sized eyes with nictating membranes, gill-fronds gently undulating along it’s slender neck.

“ Ungh. Anh. AAAAAH!”

You sit bolt upright and scream. It all sinks in at once. That it’s there, in your room. It’s real. You fell asleep as the power fluctuated, and weird news reports were coming in from Florida and Morocco and Singapore when you could get TV or internet, but you never thought... you... You start hyperventilating, scrambling backwards in your bed.

“ (Told you we should have gone with the “ dead relative” program.)” another other one chides.

“ (Nuh uh. They respond best to the (universal altruist.) “
“ (You’re kidding. That thing depopulated something like half the species.) “