Up Shit Creek no. 6

Forgot this one:

Art of the Week

So in response to a massive 100 Drawing Challenge that I volunteered for, this week I started painting/drawing again. These are just "spur of the moment pieces". A few days ago I looked around my studio (er, bedroom) at all the junk, grabbed some paper and paint and tried not think about it too much. Just like pages of a sketchbook. Cheap and easy. I'm pretty rusty though so this really is a kick in the ass. My silly goal right now is to get at least 5 a week done but I'll settle for 2. I'm ok with being a slacker.
So here's what I've been up to so far..... and looking back on it now I have no idea why I made this shit. Please don't ask.

A White Russian Moment

It's not by coincidence that the word "crap" is found in the sad world of "scrapbooking".

New pin up art

So here's my attempt at a punkrock-pin up character for the Punk Rock Social. If they have me do more in the future I swear I'll get better. Drawing like this is really not my gig but if makes me get any better at pushing a pencil around then I'm game. Ugh! look at her funny crooked arms and shitty feet! haha :)

Hangovers.

of the ice cream genre. It's what happens when you fall asleep after eating a little rocky road and don't drink any water.

Junkyard bands and the half ton man.

My success today after work was avoiding this huge ordeal of homework that's following me around like a bad stink. I blew it all off by watching the half ton man. You've got to see it. It's not a very touching story, as the Big Guy is kind of a saucy prick, but it's still pretty amazing. Amazingly disturbing. I especially like the parts when the B.G. and his wife are talking about how they are eating healthy foods now that are low in sodium and fat to lose weight (you know, like whole buckets of KFC fried chicken, for protein). Oh America......why are we so dumb? Maybe it's because some people don't like having to use a toilet? Why get out of bed, when you can just go in it? Good thing Richard Simmons makes some jaunty appearances and spices things up with his massive wispy pube-fro haloing his peanut shaped head. His fabulous short-shorts come to aid with much needed comic relief, and are just slightly easier on the stomach than watching a 1100 lb man oozing fluids from his skin because it's stretched too tight and leaking. ugh.
Ok.
Let's move on and talk about other phenomenons, like Ukefink. I never thought that someone could play the drums, AND and an acordian at the same time, AND carry a tune. All while keeping the momentum going for a haphazard band made from what you could score from a trailer park's lawn sale in Aurora Illinois circa 1973. Their surprisingly catchy and melodic cardboard, foil and twine get-up had as many well worn instruments and change-ups as an Appalachian partner-swapping festival, and was just as fun to listen to and watch. Pure enjoyment that makes you believe once more in the little things in life that used to make you happy. Just like cinnamon and sugar on toast.