Cherry’s friend Lola Paluzza. I think her superhero name will be Mean Cunt.
Strathmore 400 2-ply bristol board. I draw on it with a regular old pencil, ink over that, usually Dr. Martin’s Bombay black, with Winsor & Newton Series 7 sable watercolor brushes, #2, 1, or 0. Background & little stuff I ink in with a Hunt 101 steel pen. Then I have to erase the pencil.
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DID ANYONE REALIZE THAT CHIPS AHOY IS A PUN I DIDN’T UNTIL I SAW A TWEET ABOUT IT TODAY OH MY GOD
You mean like “Ship ahoy” & you didn’t get that? You never read any R. L. Stevenson books or saw any Disney pirate movies or anything? Sigh…
Fundraiser party @ Albuquerque Little Theatre 3-22-13
another crappy pic from my iPhone. Look at that highlight off of that enormous forehead. What a gigantic brain that human must have. I powdered that sucker, to, the forehead, I mean. For All The Good It Did FATGID.
Black tie. Most else is from the costume dept. @ ALT.
We found that tie in a parking lot in Roswell…tied in a perfect knot. That was five years or so ago. Tonight I wore it. It’s a tie. It’s black. Turned out to not be that big of a deal. This is New Mexico. My lizard-skin cowboy boots(from a dead guy) would have been right at home here. My jacket & shoes were from the costume room just upstairs from here. A costume. For the role I was to play here.
Oz the Not All That Great
Oz the Great & Whatever is OK, I guess.
Story’s kinda lame, editing’s terrible, but it’s f—king gorgeous. Fun to watch, but kinda boring. Good 3D stuff. 3D doesn’t bother me at all, although I think that with good cinematography, it’s kind of irrelevant, although ‘Hugo’ kinda disproved that, & so did this, at times.
But so many questions raised: the Wicked Witch (she is, of course, just misunderstood) is going to now downgrade from batwinged baboons to regular old flying monkeys? Who are, we now see, actually just misunderstood sensitive, subservient, eloquent cuddly plushies. Did I mention that they’re also sensitive? Well, this one is, anyway.
I don’t know if that’s better than Gregory Maguire’s ‘Wicked’, where (misunderstood) Elphaba apparently hand-sewed the wings onto every one of the thousands of flying monkeys that show up when Dorothy arrives in the time frame of Oz that most of us are familiar with. Maguire took a sledgehammer to the whole Oz thing & pounded it into a shape he likes better.
[Oh, wait; this is so inappropriate for this particular manifestation of Social Media, or the Big Whatever. Maybe I’ll delete this whole thing & put it on Tumblr. That would be completely different(?). ]
Oh, & James Franco is way too cool to be the Man Behind The Curtain, but if he wasn’t, that would make a crappy story; oh, wait, it is anyway.
I loved the carny stuff at the beginning. & the titles; as I said, it’s gorgeous.
Dark Ride in Riverside
I can’t even remember the last time I did a dark ride. That’s where you & your gal get into this little car that rides on rails like a model train only bigger, & it takes off & goes through what they call a crash door into a dark place where, as you trundle through the darkness in your little car, you’re clinging to the lap bar; your girl is clinging to you, & stuff lights up, makes a loud noise, & presents you with some kind of horrible image & you roll on; rinse & repeat.
This ride is usually done as the ‘Haunted House’ or ‘Haunted Mansion’ but this customer, a straitlaced family back east, well, east of here anyway, they’re Mennonites & they do a lot of spots at churches, so they don’t like things like devils & shit…. what? Oh, they’re not Mennonites at all; they’re Pentecostals, well, that’s completely different. Anyway, this one, which at this point hasn’t even been built, wants to be themed as Wild West. OK, so, like dead cowboys, zombie cowboys, Walking Dead meets Gunsmoke (ask yer grandparents, if they’re still alive). Oh, but not too gory or scary. I was gonna have that sign say the “Bucket of Blood Saloon”, which is the real name of at least 2 genuine Wild West saloons, but no, that was too… too.
So I pull this out of my ass…
That was hard enough, but then I’m gonna have to do it like 20 feet tall & 80 or so feet across, out in the SoCal weather (still winter, but it could be worse), with deadly solvent paints.
So it came out something like this. OK, so what you can see here (we’ll call this ‘The Outside’) I drew in, with these big (expensive) sticks of charcoal on brand-new sheet aluminum, which eats the stuff up, especially when you change your mind every few minutes & keep wiping it off & drawing it again. Hey, it’s how I roll; can’t help it. Actually, I draw it in again over that with black lettering enamel, very quickly with a small “Blitz Fitch” brush (hard to find these days), so that the other guys (Todd & Dan) will have a clearer idea of what I would like for them to do.
Wait a minute…oh, my god; oh shit oh dear… I forgot the goddamned vultures!! Oh, crap, now I have to commit seppuku. I hate when that happens.
I never heard of this guy.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syd_Brak
“Syd Brak was one of the most influential artists of the 1980s, perfecting an airbrush technique that allowed him to create some of the most iconic images of that decade.”
OK, I was in northern California in the ’80s, having sex & getting high, & there was no internet, so…
Little tiny pieces of…
art.
We set this thing on fire in a ritual that stove off the Apocalypse. You’re welcome.
