Fucking hell that’s generous.
Some doodles from last night to get ideas flowing, with some Alice In Chains lyrics and a bit of a flyer from the collage stash.
This morning I encountered this colossal spider and it was all “I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT GONNA SKULK AROUND BATHROOMS ANYMORE”.
Seriously though. Look at that thing. It is practically a camel but with more legs.
tl;dr i fucking love spiders
This idea may have cropped up while ironing shirts and listening to Swans… it may be hard to believe but every now and then, I do make for one hell of a stunning simulacrum of a normal, functional human being (!!!)
One of the metal rods from Bonnie’s ears appears to have gone AWOL under Chica’s jaw (the other half of it has probably snapped off against one of the mechanisms in her head or something; I totally didn’t forget to factor it in or anything, that would be absurd!)
Technically a doodle from my sketchbook to get my brain working but it turned out alright, so I put some
retina-melting fabulous colours on it.
I didn’t even exist in the 80s but my brain is stuck there, apparently. I’m okay with that.
Also ‘scunge’ is a really funny word.
Sorry, it just needed to be done.
Something I made while bored and waiting for the laptop to finish defragmenting (IT. IS. DONE. AT LAST.), so hopefully it’ll do things a bit more swiftly now.
This is based on an actual VCR menu screen I found somewhere. It’s meant to have a brighter glow on it, like a knackered CRT-style TV (if anyone even still remembers those) but resizing the scanlines ate it.
I’m determined to get this project moving again before the end of the year, but not if it kills me, because it’s a bit hard to work with physical media when you’re a ghost (probably).
Improvised sketchbook decorating in progress. The outside has been completely covered in paper feathers, which took most of the afternoon, and I’ve yet to decide what to do with the back endpaper (this is the front one).
This sketchbook so far has been ‘approached’ by picking a random page and drawing/painting on it rather than doing it in sequence; for some odd reason, that seems to have helped my ideas ‘flow’ a bit better.
Also dreaming is totally the main event.
Improvised doodle from this morning.
I had to take a photo of this because my scanner is a cretinous fuckwit.
Redrew an old thing. There was going to be an alternate version with a happy gas-mask-bong-cat but I screwed it up and am going to redraw that as well (I made the mistake of starting it in black pen when purple would’ve looked a whole lot better.)
Comparing these has astonishingly cured my impromptu bout of getting-nowhere-based paranoia…
The writing on the first one is from Generation X by Douglas Coupland.
The second one was originally intended to say “On the edge of something marvellous” but there was neither the word, nor enough letters to make it, in my little stash of collage things. There are, however, bits of writing to make the phrase “Festival of Paranormal Investigation”, which is good to know.
Also I have to get some more red paint as the neck of the bottle has snapped off at the base for some entirely unknown reason.
Face Eater lives in Plymouth-upon-Space with his partner, a gestalt entity manifested as a two-headed breatharian airedale terrier called Bone Grinder. The pair of them are both seeing different creatures from different Black Lagoons on the side.
The nebulae on this were a lot more vibrant to start with but they went borderline-invisible when they dried.
A bunch of (mostly) black and white stuff in no particular order. The oldest of these is from 2010, if I remember correctly.