Twenty years ago, I drew this X-mas ornament. Every child is an artist, for they fear neither sucking nor death.
20 years later to the day, my brother draws this copy at December 10th's Drawing Party, with the same kid coloring and store-bought face.
Some environmentalists say that for every sheet of paper you use, you should plant a tree. Well, as for the Drawing Party, we think that for every sheet of paper used, it's enough just to draw a tree.
Trees look good in your home with jewelry on them.
Brick Pot Birch Trees.
Don't worry drawers! Trees don't have nervous systems, so it's okay to draw portraits of them on their own flesh.
Check out these stomata mommas. They've even got leaf boobs. And are those firebugs lining the bottom?
"I love firebugs." (Say it Southern or don't say it t'all.)
Here's a vertiginous one from local puppeteer and full-time pirate
Carl Welden.
Before we go much further, may I present a simple fact:
2 to 4 billion people must die to ensure the survival of the human race. It's the fucked-up trooph. Please don't let it be by means of lazers!
Solipsism.
Y'know, not your bioself, but your selfy self.
Is it too early for a
♫♫♫ FLASH TEST ♫♫♫????
♫♫♫ This is a FLASH TEST ♫♫♫
♫♫♫ Everybody FLASH TEST ♫♫♫
♫♫♫ It's a flippin' FLASH TEST ♫♫♫
♫♫♫ It's a test for FLASH HEAD ♫♫♫
Even in the midst of a Flash Test,
Crack Hand scares me straight.
Is this still part of the FLASH TEST? No. That has thankfully ended.
Life sketches from the Wintergarden Theatre.
Catcut has blood on her paws from the cats she's cut.
As the old koan goes, "Sushi Kamikaze Fujiyama Nippon Ichi."
See the squid's thumbnail on the drawing 10 above.
A'ight. It's time for the Zirschies.
Archaeopterzirsch. Sick pun, I know.
Zip.
I call this Zee Chinese Olympics. Those were fun. Now, if they just make it to the death, we can dispense with all other wargames (Matthew).
My mouth power is: flower.
She's even more beautiful from boird's eye.
Didja know dogs can have two dads.
The pilot episode of "My Two Dog Dads".
O cloven one, you are the spirit of the forest.
Technofawn won't be suckling sweet cervine milk from her mom. She only lactates electric current. But look out, Technofawn has bigger problems...
The zoom-in clearly shows a holographic shard penetrating the asshole of Technofawn. (Also known as: oahhhhhhh farted on.)
The DP will always be here, for those who are not here.
A little holiday parodying by Ludwig in the classic Yankovician tradition.
This is what Welden looks like without his glasses on. Go
here to see.
I propose two pronunciations to serve distinction.
Drawing the verb, will forevermore be pronounced "draw-ring", as in Drawing Party. And
Drawing the noun, will be spoken as "draw-wing", as in Drawing Party.
A big wave of whoa. I'll break it down fo ya. It goes: Line, Dot, Peace, Hammer, Cross-hatch, Ribbon, Carrots, River, Tire tracks, Intestine, Straights, Loop-de-loops, Guano, Dashes, Squiggles, Cell wall, Carnivals, Concentrics, Circles, Bow Ties, Dotted Unders, Loopies, Blocks, Cursives, Spikes, Fiddleheads, Drops, Bold Wave, Stringers, Cursives, Stringers, Dotted, Titted, Tires, Double Helices, Double Dotties, Back Slashers, Hearts, Cursives, Noteheaded, Corrugated, Frosties, Cursives, Tented, Olymps, Paradotties, Peggers, Backsies, Leaves, Bug Legs, Ridgey, Loopy, Moony, Boldy, Double Helix, Hellfire.
Dead farmer and a reindeer.
The 1st Stage of Lagomorph 3DO. No baddies. No bosses. Just bonus.
The Three Bug Lords. Didjya know that there is a real life Bug Lord that can throw fireballs? She is called the
bombardier beetle.
Just like
JT.
A crow vs. 2 jellies and a changfuck. Totally fair.
Bishop # 1 - wherein our big black time-hopping hero plays Cable in chess.
Timecop apparates in a new zone and immediately begins strangulating a bug kid.
Half-time time. The lost Joycean thunderwords. Say these drawings: "Qabeenya." I'm not kidding, actually say that. Actually, say "Telafalaladadi."
Still on half-time here. I don't know about you, but if I did know aboutchoo, or if, as it were, I was you, I would probably go right now to
yahoo.com just to clear my head a bit, then I'd go finish up some last minute shopping at
amazon.com, and finally I would upload some new up-butt shots to my
facefuck.com account.
Whale windows. Alliterative ain't at?
Unicyclic family. Their suits are that of
Gizmo Duck.
Her flaming fucking sword will certainly slay that uni, but what of the bat boss asshole?
Nice totem. She's got a cobralingus, feathered arrows, and a man-sit. She must be Quetzal cutie.
Superpredation at its finest. The lioness eats and rapes beneath the African Eclipse.
Button-eyed corky-nosed sharpie-spilling deer-legged...
Think I'll stay right here thank.
What punk ass wigga drew this?
Mmmmm amanita muscarias. So good in shaman pee or tea. (Note: Double kidding. They're bad.)
Yin is pretty. I think Yang is cute.
This is how karma works: portals. When you uppercut a baddy, you're only uppercutting yourself through another portal, and cumming through yet another portal.
Wish something else was open this late.
This blue pharaoh really takes me back. Ah yes, 'sgood to be home.
Kinda like
this.
That's some garden ya got growing there peacenik.
Scribbles like dancing nudies.
There is a hefty fine for those who would do this to a mantis.
A kiwi on a chimney!
A striped kitty teaches you basic shapes as if for the first time.
Transatlantic kite voyage: big head mode.
This is a copy. Nice Indian cross in the corner though. It'd look cool for a band or something.
Fox fun in the rain. Let's plash and eat boirds...
Then we'll make love under the crescent as our kits nap. Sweet lunaception.
Flowers handles make repotting even easier.
Two fiddleads creating a photosynthetic force field.
Take a break, you. This guy is a weakling. He can't hurt you. Just take some time, a break if you will. Run the balls of your eyes along each line at the same time. Can you make sense of anything?
Slinkyvision.
Special Relativity yo. The Universe is a giant torus.
Codesaurus X. Bro up with your little dino-buddy now.
I read it every night before I eat in bed.
It's called the Codex Alimentarius, my favorite food book. Go ahead and Google that shit.
A Clockwork Orange, as told from the devotchka's point of view.
Death will squick you on your death bed.
A sad world view: Christians and Coppers. At least the turtle gets a scooter in this one.
I'm thinking about setting up my Oriental friend Yojambi YoChowee with one Peel Featherfuck.
Text me a tumor.
Ya got me, I was inspired by the
first boss of Bonk.
Dental angels are not like faeries at all. They have no money, and have Moses horns.
Balloonery. Irony.
Is this godfucking post almost through yet!?!?!?!?!? Yes. Of course it is. Just a few drawings left.
Meet me at Cruxshadows for some sweet neuromance.
An angelien. She resembles
...
And as the Rockefellars are so lickety-quick to remind us: 2 to 4 billion must die to ensure the survival of the human race on this planet.
Merry Christmas!
