BARE IN THE WOODS

This... um... creation is the result of a dare given to me by ayer5922. The dare was - and I quote: to create a tranquil rural landscape being interrupted by something very un-tranquil. I, the Belly Punker, may be beautiful, sexy, irresistable to the ladies, but tranquil I am not.

I, the Belly Punker, REFUSE to be put in a box. My hobbies are diverse. Among them are entomology and nudism. Let me tell you, brothers and sisters, you've never truly looked at a butterfly until you've looked at a butterfly in the NUDE. Ah, the freedom. Ah, the intellectual stimulation. Prancing through the woods, hither and thither, chasing everything from the tiny Dicopomorpha echmepterygis to the huge Phobaeticus Serratipes. Naked.

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RAT BLUES

Since my baby left me
(badadada dum)
My world is in a haze
(badadada dum)
Those dudes in all white lab coats
Got me runnin through a maze

I got the rat blues
The gol'dang rat blues
The stepped in a trap blues
The here comes the cat blues

Oh baby please tell me
(badadada dum)
What am I s'posed to do
(badadada dum)
How much cheese does it take now
For me to get over you

(Chorus)

Yeah, ok, so maybe Lady Macbeth isn't the best idea for a children's book illustration submission. Not that I'm submitting anything. I don't really know how that world works. But something tells me a rat singing the blues is more appropriate than a bloody and crazed lady. But maybe I'm wrong. Like I said, I don't know much about the children's book illustration business. If you, dear reader, have any advice/hints/money to give, let me know in the comments.

Anyway, here's a little rat-tacular musical pic your your amusement. Are you amused? I hope so. Because I was really trying to stay away from horrified this time.

Previous music-themed aceos here, here, here,
and here.

Go out and buy this little ditty here.

Free Floyd Landis.

I love Teh Internets.

NUTMEGNINE IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS!!!

If you haven't spent all of your money on aceos, spend the rest of it here. If you have spent all of your money on aceos, you must not have a lot of money. Go get a job, make some money, then spend it here.

LADY MACBETH

You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run

I think Shakespeare wrote that. It's in Macbeth. Go look it up. It's what Duncan says before he gets killed. You see, Lady Macbeth should have known when to hold 'em. She had a comfy life as the wife of a prominent figure in the community. Sure, the grass is always greener in somebody else's front yard (Shakespeare wrote that too - it's in A Winter's Tale, I think), but look around, lady! It's the Dark Ages! At least you have a yard. But nooooo, she wasn't satisfied. Poor Mr. Macbeth, he just wants to enjoy the fruits of his labors and inheritence, and sit around watching NASCAR (Shakespeare did NOT invent NASCAR. That would be Chaucer). Instead, Lady Macbeth makes him go out and do all sorts of indecent things in an effort to better their already not-so-bad life. Mr. Macbeth, he should have known when to run.

Anyway, now people are dead and Lady Macbeth can't get the figurative blood washed from her hands (that's where the CLEAN part comes in, all you IF readers). Can't say I feel too sorry for her.

By the way, I recommend those Mr. Clean Magic Sponges to remove the blood of your enemies from any surface it splatters on. Just a helpful tip from me to you.

I expect you to blow all your lunch money here.

Back to the war between Mick and me: looks like I may have the upperhand: MOUNTIES ADMIT: WE'RE OUTGUNNED.

GAUCHO GROUCHO IN GOUACHE

What, you want a funny story with this one? It's Groucho. As in, Groucho Marx, the only man I have ever and will ever vote for president. Dressed as a Gaucho. Painted in Gouache. This was an under-the-table dare by mreas who, like me, seems to have a thing for alliteration.

Here's a couple of Groucho quotes, to get you in a bidding mood:

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.

And finally:

Well, art is art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh... Now you tell me what you know.

Gobid. Gright Gnow.

Here's a watercolor wash from art class. Note how I left the white space on parts of the face for highlights. That's what I was trying to do with the tree pic below. So, for the record, I have nothing against white paint, people. I was just trying to do something more like this. Okay? Now get off my case. Geez.

Posting to the ol' blog might be a little light for a while. Seems like Mick Reasor, whose art can be purchased here, has decided to report me to the Canadian Authorities:

(Illo by Mick Reasor)

Stop laughing. He knocked out one of my teeth!

In retaliation, I think I may have gotten myself in bigger trouble:

(Illo by me)

Sigh.

Now fellow ACEOer cherieb52 (buy her stuff here ) is joining in on the fun. She's clogging the internet tubes with this image she drew:

(Illo by cherieb52)

OK, so this one is pretty accurate.

TREE IN IMPENDING STORM

Although I'm happy with the outcome, I failed my objective with this one. I'm trying to learn how to watercolor for real, and lesson #1 is to leave the white space for the highlights. Easy, I thought. Yeah right, said reality. The white space I left looked like mistakes, so I painted it in and went back with white paint, a la oils. So I'm disappointed in the effort, but still quite pleased with the result. I even got in a little ode to Burchfield for the storm in the right hand corner.

I usually rely on funny to disguise my lack of training and talent. If there's no joke or gimmick, I'm exposed. Well, here I am, all naked-like, and the painting is still pretty. So bid before I sketch in the Belly Punker doing hoola-hoops.

ROADSIDE BAPTISM/BIG PUDDLE

To maximize my bid-ability, I'm providing two - YES, TWO - interpretations to this disturbing little ditty. The first one is what was going through my frantic and paranoid cranium as I was sketching the thing:

He was lonely, and went to the river to be baptised so he could feel like a part of something larger than himself. As he stood in the river, a bright light came from above and filled him with unspeakable bliss. But in reality, the light was behind him. And the river was a road. His lonliness was about to end in a messy way.

OK, so that was morbid and probably indicative of my need to be institutionalized. I showed the pic to the wife without revealing my sicko thoughts, and she said (here's the second interpretation):

You see? You've got to pay attention when they say there's a flash-flood warning. He probably thought he was jumping over a little puddle, and now look at him. Watch the Weather Channel, people! Geez!

So pick whichever interpretation that will make you want to bid more. Or pick something else entirely. I'm flexible.

RAT FINK - PAYS PRICE

RAT FINK was a rat. He got in trouble with the law. But the law didn't really care about him; he was small potatoes. They promised him freedom if he would stick to his nature and rat on a bigger rat than him. Unfortunately for Fink, he didn't know any rats bigger than him. So he gave the cops the name of a neighbor a few holes-in-the-wall down. The cops sent a SWAT team, who barged through the wrong door. Oops, they said. Sorry, but you can't do anything about it. Supreme Court says so.

Anyway, they finally found his (innocent) neighbor, arrested him, and that was that. Fink, instead of freedom, will be locked up for a little while longer, until he gives them some more names. The county, after all, pays a lot of money for the SWAT team. They gotta use them.

Bid on this birthday card for your Congresscritter here.

DOUBLETAKE

Uh-oh. Is Harmonious entering a psychedelic faze? Or is it a relapse? No, I just need to practice drawing faces. If I draw more than one on an aceo, they need to be interacting somehow. But I want the face to be interacting with YOU, kind reader (dare I say bidder?) so I create one face. But one face doesn't maximize my practicing effort. I need to hurry if I'm to become a gazillionaire famous artist, since I got such a late start. Therefore, I need to mash more features in one face. It's so much more efficient.

spend all of your money here.

FLOYD LANDIS WILL WIN THE TOUR DE FRANCE!

What a nutso Tour. I hope he makes it through hip surgery ok. He's a man among Mennonites.

(Updated to correct the spelling of Mennonites. Apologies to all the Mennonites reading this. Of course, if you're reading this blog, you're probably not a Mennonite. If you are, you are being a bad Mennonite. How many times can I use the word "Mennonite" in a post? Six, apparently. Mennonite. Seven. I'll never misspell that word again. Mennonite. Eight.)

There's a new aceo forum out thar in them hills: http://www.aceoforums.com . Check it out - after you're done spending your last penny on my aceos, of course.

MERANIMALS

I was dared by jediknl1 to create at least 3 different miranimals frolicking in the waves and under them. OK, so the waves are a little minimal. But they're there.

We bi-pedal apes seem to be running the show here at the taco stand called earth ("Says you!" sayeth bacteria). Therefore, I'm thinking for other species to survive, they will have to serve a purpose to us. Earn their keep, so to speak, or join the rest of the 99% of species that ever existed in extinction. I'm not saying this should happen. I'm just guessing this will happen.

So how will our fellow animals make it? It won't be food. That will be grown in gene-vats. It won't be labor - machines do most of that now. It won't be commercials - computer animation won't pee in the studio. No, they will have to exist by amusing us. In the future, we will tire of the internets (or all of the tubes will get clogged). Instead, we'll engage in genetic entertainment. We'll manipulate ourselves and other creatures to appeal to our whimsical fancies.

I bring you a glimpse of the future: the Merbear, Merbat, and my favorite, the Mermoose. What does the Mermoose drink? Mermoosas, of course! Bwa-hahaha.

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ONE VS MOB

Here's my IF submission for this week. Theme: Opposites.

The group exists to protect the individual. You see, he could fall asleep and be late for an appointment. He cannot be trusted with "personal responsibility," therefore great power needs to be centralized to protect him from himself.

'There ought to be a LAW!' cries the mob. The politician agrees. If they let him lie under the tree, he might get the notion that he owns his body. He might do things with his body that the mob finds distasteful. If he daydreams, he might get the notion he owns his mind. He might think thoughts the mob finds distasteful. If he saves his money by napping instead of spending, he might get the notion he owns his money. He might spend it on things the mob finds distasteful (or on products they themselves are not selling). Behaving in a way the mob finds distasteful is very dangerous to the individual. Hence, he needs to be protected from himself. That's what the bombs are for.

Inspired by F.A. Hayek's The Road To Serfdom

Express your physical, mental, and fiscal freedom by bidding for this item!

So, photography is art, right? Then I'm going to share some of the pics I've been taking for the wife's and my new online store ( nutmegnine.com - opening August 1). Right now I'm getting a lot of the vintage jewelry done. Be bedazzled:

Note the cool logo on the links column to your right. More importantly, be sure to stop by once we're opened and buy lots of stuff. We have rent to pay.

At the suggestion of a patron - yes, I have PATRONS - I'm into sketching/doodling rats nowadays. Here's my latest presentable effort.

Yeah, it's a tired old joke. So what? You laughed. I know you did, because everytime someone laughs at one of my corny jokes I feel my powers grow STRONGER.

Bid. You know you want to.

Floyd Landis is a GOD.

G TRAIN RAT

My last aceo was a cute little bunny at night surrounded by cute little fireflies. So I had to go a little ugly with this one.

First, let's be clear. I am well aware that this is not a pretty aceo. This is a sticky, icky, not pretty aceo. That does not mean, however, it isn't related to the bunny aceo.

The bunny aceo is about Greensboro. This rat aceo is inspired by my previous hat-hanging locale, Brooklyn. The obvious part is the rat - you frequently see them running along the subway tracks. There's also a lot of black sticky gunk that collects on the subway platforms. I have no idea what it is. It kind of looks as like thousands of spat-out pieces of gum trod upon by gazillions of dirty shoes. That's what I was going for. A rat amidst gunk. No high-falootin' art theory here.

I think this is quite possibly the worst sales pitch in the history of ebay. Be a part of history - bid!

BUNNY BUNNY NIGHT

Yeah, I just painted a bunny. Wanna make something of it? Don't make me pound your fists into submission with my face.

This is actually a request from the wife. "Paint a bunny at night on the lawn with fireflies," she said. So, ever the dutiful husband, I did.

Since moving to Greensboro, we've had quite a few "we're not in Brooklyn anymore, Toto," moments. One of the was the demolition derby we went to
last weekend. Another is taking the dog out for her last walk of the day and seeing the scene I just painted. It smells better here, too.

This is my first piece EVER painted with gouache. I like gouache, which I prefer to call gaocho. I enjoy the look I get at the art supply shop when I ask for gaocho paint. The wife, not so amused. Consider this aceo an act of diplomacy.

Do purchase, bid here.

TOUR DE SKULLY - THE LOOK

My first commission!

This image will be familiar to all Tour De France fans. Basically, while Lance Armstrong and Jan Ullrich were racing up a mountain, there was a moment when Lance looked back at Ullrich, who by that point was pretty tuckered out. Upon receiving Lance's glare, he withered. Lance took off. It was one of those 'DAAAAAANG!' moments in sports that loses much in the description. So I'll stop trying.

WE'RE NOT IN BROOKLYN ANYMORE, TOTO

The wife and I attended our first local track (Bowman Gray Stadium in Winston Salem) evening of races. This is one of the reasons we moved. What's that I hear? Some lame, tired joke about left turns? What's that other sound I hear? Ah, that would be the dulcet tone of me smacking you upside your head.

Here's the evidence:

DEMOLITION!!!

Ballparks are overated:

And a gratuitous rib-eating shot:

Now, back to your regularly scheduled artyness.

ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY: SACRIFICE

I'm posting this one again because a) the ebay listing ends today, so you should go
here to get a further explaination of this piece, and start bidding like crazy if you are so inclined; b) the topic for this week's Illustration Friday is Sacrifice. I have sacrificed fellow ebayer mreas (his site linked on the right) and shrunk his head to magik-ly absorb his shading skills. Some might say I have also sacrificed my integrity by claiming this image is a self-portrait.

So go, bid, comment, eat your vegetables, etc.

CAT-THA YOGA

This image is the result of a dare given to me by the excellent and talented ACEO artist, jeanze. The dare was to draw a woman wearing a turban of cats, in meditation, sitting in classic lotus position (cross-legged), on a flying carpet in a blue sky. I totally got ALL of that. Boo-Ya.

There are many paths to enlightenment. I travel my path by way of smirking at authority, endorphines, flexing my muscles in front of admiring audiences, NASCAR, the Tour de France, boxing, junk food, playing the guitar (emphasis on the first syllable), and yelling at small children.

For Claire, the subject of my first DARE (that's Doing Aceos Really Emphatically) aceo, it involves a little known form of yoga, called Cat-Tha Yoga. It's much like regular old Hatha Yoga, except you put catnip in your hair. And wait. The trip is apparently so blissful and insightful, that if the DEA, FDA, KGB, CIA, FBI, Fatherland Security, or the RIAA were to catch wind of this, Claire would be locked up in a jail cell just like all the other misinformed citizens who are foolish enough to believe that their bodies and minds are anything but property of the State. Well, just the 350,000 unfortunate enough to get caught.

Needless to say, I'm looking for a Cat-Tha Yoga instructor in my area.

To bid on this item, go
here.

GAUCHO PAINT! GAUCHO PAINT!

Don't correct me. I know it's "gouache." I just want to get a bunch of technorati hits from people looking for pants.

I now have a new medium. Ha, medium. I wonder if now I'll get hits from people looking to speak to the dead? If I do, let me direct you folks to the
Amazing Randi. Anyway, this is my first shot at a thicker paint. It's a quickie, but it turned out nicer than I expected. Or maybe my standards are too low.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to figuring out how to make a pile of cats look like a turban atop the head of a lady meditating in lotus position on a flying carpet against a blue sky. What, you think I'm kidding?

ART CLASS RESUMED

Here's the familiar still life, now 20% meatier:

I thought I'd try to do the same little ditty without looking at the page. You know. To be arty. LOOK: ART!

And, just in case you forgot I'm a guy, here's a portrait of my lvl 60 Undead warlock, named Petunia:

Dude. All your base SO belong to me.

END OF TIME

THWUMP!

The hot air balloon landed. The old farmer had watched it's descent ever since it appeared in the sky. He and his wife didn't get many visitors. Certainly not by this mode of transportation.

"Martha! Get out and see this. It's the end of TIME!"

The old farmer, you see, was old; obsessed with impending life events, he was reading the Book of Revelations over and over. The sky was falling, and the four horsemen were about to gallop out of the wicker basket affixed to the colorful balloon.

If you're interested in purchasing the picture, click here.

TRIBAL ARTIST

Me, me, me. I can't stop painting my self portrait now that I've started. It's so... gratifying.

I must tell, you, the wife is none to pleased with these incredibly sexy images of me on ebay. She's quite concerned that I shall start receiving solicitations from women with impeccable taste. I can't say that I blame her. Look at me!

This is an image of me as I prepare to paint an aceo. I go down the the banks of the lake, and strip down to my pantaloons (no bells, no vest). The pencil moustache just wasn't edgy/tribal enough for me, so I stuck it through my nose. Painful, yes, but aesthetically superior. I bear the necklace of the shrunken head of former aceo competitor, Mick Reasor (mreas). This helps me summon his superior shading techniques. And then, I SING:

Je. suis. un artiste
Tres. sexy to say the least
Like some primal hairy beast
Devouring paint like it's a feast

Hammy, hommy, dippy do dee
Fie fie nippy flippy zip po fee
I paint for you
You bid for me
Help me pay that ebay fee!

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BELLY PUNKER

I am a very serious normative artist. I have the fringe benefits to prove it. And, as every serious artist does, I, too, have painted a self-portrait.

If, as every serious artist does, I bare my dark, soulful soul in my work to the masses, it is only right I should display the container of said soulful soul in all it's glory. I bring you, ME. The BELLY PUNKER.

Mere prose does no justice. Forsooth, a poem:

BELLY PUNKER, BELLY PUNKER
In your pantaloons
BELLY PUNKER BELLY PUNKER
Dancing o'er the dunes
BELLY PUNKER BELLY PUNKER
In the mosh pit, mash
BELLY PUNKER BELLY PUNKER
Stylish pencil ... moustache
BELLY PUNKER BELLY PUNKER
Jingling pretty bells
BELLY PUNKER BELLY PUNKER
Aching soul doth quells
BELLY PUNKER BELLY PUNKER
After all the work he did
BELLY PUNKER BELLY PUNKER
Don't just watch, please bid.

Yes, I just wrote a poem about ME in the third person. That's what serious artists DO.

PS No, mom, I don't really have a purple mowhawk. Jeez.

To bid, click on the "What am I selling now" link on the right.

BELLY PUNKER DRAFT

I'm working on a self portrait. Here's what I look like without lines.

The harmoniousjosh inc board meeting is going swimmingly on the ebay aceo forum. Lots of good questions, ideas, paradigm shifting, meme birthing, and everyone for the most part is behaiving professionally. The sole exception, of course, would be Mick. He's the one with the crumbs in his fashionable braided goatee. He had the nerve to tell me, in front of the entire board, that my pencil moustache was passe. Au contrere, mon frere.

Oh, and I've changed my look. Hope you like.

And yes, I really do have anime eyes. TETSUO!!!!!

WHEW!

In honor of my highest earning aceo, BLUEGRASS BLISTERS, I've posted the pic that inspired it. The fellas on stage are the group, Chatham County Line.

So what does it all mean? A few observations:

1. I think I got a lot of "new guy" views at the beginning. I posted on the "introduce yourself" thread on the aceo forum at ebay.

2. People like skulls. I think mi favorito was priced a little too high - I might try relisting at 0.99 and see what happens.

3. I can't predict what people go for. I thought mi favorito, toltec warrior, and certainly junior and me would at least sell. I was REALLY surprised that junior and me had so few views: 24. I figured anything with NASCAR in the title would get at least a look-see.

4. I'm batting about .500. Not sure how this stacks up with other sellers. If I get a better sell-thru, and if the avg $$ goes up a bit, I'll start earning on the right side of zero.

5. I haven't noticed a pattern in style popularity. Do you?

6. Regardless of the numbers, I feel I'm definately getting better. I'm also enjoying myself.

Well, meeting adjourned. Let's go get some tacos.

Last one: aceo titles. How might these factor in to the popularity of an aceo? Search words are important. Am I using the right ones? Here's the complete list, sorted by least viewed to most, with the titles.

TITLE / VIEWS / watchers-bids / $$$(if applicable)
limon man citrus original outsider art card / 17 / 0 /
the head will follow original boxing outsider art / 21 / 0 /
scribble sunset ink pencil outsider art original / 24 / 1 /
junior and me nascar earnhardt outsider art atc / 24 / 1 /
dome head man with eyebrows outsider art original/ 25 / 1 /
lucy's lament original outsider art new pet dog / 26 / 0 /
toltec warrior outsider art card meso america atc / 28 / 2 /
carolina singin' banjo original outsider art card / 29 / 0 /
luchadores outsider art card mask theme week atc / 30 / 1 /
conductor's dream original outsider art card / 30 / 1 /
pharma bride original wedding outsider art card / 34 / 0 /
trippin chicken ink pencil outsider art original / 34 / 1 /
peace dudette original in psychedelic hippy art / 37 / 3 / 2.49
mi favorito outsider art card skull goth atc / 38 / 0 /
skull raven gothic pencil goth horror scary bird / 40 / 2 / 2.24
whupped art card pencil drawing portrait boxing / 42 / 2 / 0.50
trippin truck original ink outsider art request / 44 / 1 / 1.99
darwin's turtle outsider art atc 176 yo original / 48 / 6 / 2.75
mucho absurdo bouquet bunch o' flowers still life / 48 / 2 / 1.05
not iris art card ink watercolor face strange / 49 / 4 / 1.75
blue lucy original ink outsider art mad pet cat / 53 / 1 / 1.99
peace dude original psychedelic trycker hippy art / 54 / 4 / 1.28
boxing pals art card color pencil drawing portrait / 57 / 4 / 1.28
bluegrass blisters original outsider atc story art / 59 / 5 / 5.00
skull bouquet art card ink drawing goth still life / 92 / 2 / 1.25

Now we're getting down to the nitty gritty: watchers and bidders. Watchers only apply to unsold aceos, as I can't find the number of watchers for sold items. The sold items will be listed by # of bids. Let's get to it.

Unsold watchers (avg: 0.62):
limon / 0
head will follow / 0
lucys lament / 0
carolina sing / 0
pharma bride / 0
favorito / 0
scribble sunset / 1
jr and me / 1
dome head / 1
luchadores / 1
conductor / 1
trippin chicken / 1
toltec / 2

SOLD bids (avg: 3):
truck / 1
blue lucy / 1
whupped / 2
absurdo bouquet / 2
skull bouquet / 2
skull raven / 2
dudette / 3
peace dude / 4
boxing pals / 4
not iris / 4
blisters / 5
turtle / 6

Now, for the bottom line. Not the real bottom line, as I'm not including ebay fees, paypal fees, suply fees... man, I'm getting depressed. Here are the totals:

Sold $$$ (avg: $1.96. total: $23.57)
whupped 0.50
absurdo bouquet 1.05
skull bouquet 1.25
peace dude 1.28
boxing pals 1.28
not iris 1.75
truck 1.99
blue lucy 1.99
skull raven 2.24
dudette 2.49
turtle 2.75
blisters 5.00

Now, views divided by unsold vs sold:

UNSOLD (avg: 27.69. taking out the highest and lowest: 27.73)
limon / 17
head will follow / 21
scribble sunset / 24
jr and me / 24
dome head / 25
lucys lament / 26
toltec / 28
carolina sing / 29
luchadores / 30
conductor / 30
pharma bride / 34
trippin chicken / 34
favorito / 38

SOLD (avg 51.9 views, seriously skewed by skull bouquet. Taking out the highest and lowest, the average is: 49.4)
dudette / 37
skull raven / 40
whupped / 42
truck / 44
turtle / 48
absurdo bouquet / 48
not iris / 49
blue lucy / 53
peace dude / 54
boxing pals / 57
blisters / 59
skull bouquet / 92

Ok, it's evaluation time. Time to see what was popular on ebay. First, the number of views for each item, overall then sold vs unsold. To see the pictures, you may have to look in the June archive link on the right.

ALL (avg 39.32 views)
(abreviated) title /views
limon man /17
head will follow / 21
scribble sunset / 24
jr and me / 24
dome head / 25
lucys lament / 26
toltec / 28
carolina sing / 29
luchadores / 30
conductor / 30
pharma bride / 34
trippin chicken / 34
dudette / 37
favorito / 38
skull raven / 40
whupped / 42
truck / 44
turtle / 48
absurdo bouquet / 48
not iris / 49
blue lucy / 53
peace dude / 54
boxing pals / 57
blisters / 59
skull bouquet / 92

CRAZY KITTY

The ACEO Theme for this week is Crazy Cats. So, here's a cat that is certifiably nuts. It all started when he began drawing ACEOS. Became obsessed. Stopped playing with string. Catnip lost it's thrill. The wet food was left to dry in the bowl. He has a problem.

To purchase, click on my What am I selling now? link on the right.

I've got three new ones on ebay. I posted them all at the same time, so I could get a better indicator of what style is more popular. You, dear reader, could also help out by leaving a comment or two, letting me know which one you like best!

These three are: TOUR DE SKULLY, LANDSCAPE 1, and SUN PRACTICE. The landscapes are influenced by the paintings of Charles Burchfield, who've I've just been clued into. TOUR DE SKULLY comes with a rant, which goes as follows:

So anyone who at the very least glances at the Tour on TV will notice how skeletal the riders are. Many of them are downright ghoulish, especially in the final stages. In this anti-obesity hysterical society we live in, it should be pointed out that exercise more often than not is very unhealthy. That’s right, I said it. Being fat isn’t a health crisis. Maniacally demanding people adhere to some arbitrary waifish beauty standard is. Athletes should not be viewed as the pinnacle of health. They severely abuse their body to successfully compete for our enjoyment. If there was a drug that had the same effects on the human body as the Tour, you can bet our bed-wetting politicos would be earning popular points for demanding it’s prohibition.

To purchase, click on my What am I selling now? link on the right.