More paint

Story Boards part 2

Story Boards part 1

Post-it Part2

Post-It Portraits!

Beat Boards! Boom!

Maybe, just maybe cookies represent the front line of soldiers in the American war against good health and freedom. A sleeve of Chips Ahoy, a tightly regimented platoon of navy seals, crumby commandos globally deployed and utilizing a lethal sweetness to inforce US hegemony, to brutalize enemy tastebuds in a blitzkrieg of choc chip shock and awe, winning over hearts, minds and waistlines... that, or I have a propensity for preposterous pontification...

More oldies as I've been busy at work today

Some scans of a few of the bits of bumf I exhibited at Jenny's excellent Wretched Little Britons show down in Texas back in 2008. (I'm still shamed by the dodgy colour alignment on pooper-man's leg, but these, rather surprisingly, sold after the show and I never actually got around to printing them out again.)Thought I'd pop this up because I recognised the similarities between the dead boy in this and one of the stiffs in the previous post. Clearly that's what my subconscious thinks you look like when you conk out; one arm behind the back like a wine waiter...

Turbonegro!

Listened to Turbonegro walking home from Toronto yesterday, especially enjoyed "All my Friends are Dead", so I started drawing this when I got home. Finished it today.
Muchos fun, although I wish I planned it out a bit before I started drawing, really define a few specific causes of death and what-not...
Anyway, this is dedicated to Hakon, who I hope is in a stroboscopic dark box fist-pumping the smoke from the air to some noisy-ass techno right now, cricket?

Rinky dink panther...