Venice Beach Ice Cream Man

Friends, I'm not sure what dark corner of my imagination this weirdo comes from. Perhaps it's a subconscious call for me to watch the docu-drama on John Wayne Gacy. Not sure, but it sure is creepy! The pasty and bloated saltimbanque wearing oversized black John-Lennon-glasses... I don't know... I just don't know! Somehow it just … Continue reading Venice Beach Ice Cream Man

Encroaching Darkness

If I were to express this in one word it would be: ominous. That was my first impulse reaction when I was how the shadow was caught on camera. If you start viewing the image from the bottom, you can see beautiful, warm light of subtle, natural tones. The little shadows and dark spots only … Continue reading Encroaching Darkness

Foibles of the Judge Called Jury

I'm pretty sure I saw this as a drawing somewhere, well, actually not so sure. However, the image seems to pop up in my memories from Monty Python skits, Star Trek TNG scenes with Q, and strange Kafka-esque gothic films from the 1960s and 1970s. It's all from that mess of what an old friend … Continue reading Foibles of the Judge Called Jury

Mechanical Mummification

The Industrial Revolution is in full swing all over the world and it has made the planet much smaller, as travellers come home with the strangest artifacts from far off lands. The bi-product is that science is developing unchecked and amorally. Mad Science has become the fashion of the day among the rich and privileged. … Continue reading Mechanical Mummification

Marilyn Manson Smiling At His Granddaughter

Originally a meant to be a study of this odd model posing in drawing class, and yes, he was wearing smudged makeup. There was something very familiar in the face. At first, I thought it was an old friend from school, then slowly something else emerged. Perhaps it was the fact that our teacher likes … Continue reading Marilyn Manson Smiling At His Granddaughter

Mesmer, or some other freak who turned me into a chicken in Las Vegas

I think I just woke up, refreshed and not remembering a thing about being a chicken... I have no clue what deep dark corner of my mind pulls this nonsense into the light of day, but here it is. Say hello to the Kramer of hypnotists. Capable of doing great things, but somehow, just like … Continue reading Mesmer, or some other freak who turned me into a chicken in Las Vegas

Fading Memories

Ghost or fading photograph? You decide. The dust of time is blowing across this sweet girl of centuries past. Her clothes give us a hint of where and when, but there must be more to her story. Who was she? Who loved her and who did she love? I once heard that when we see … Continue reading Fading Memories

Urban Manitou

He was meant to be an amalgam of Golem and some Japanese forest spirit hiding in the dark corners of my mind. The Manitou, as I understand it is an amazing transformation spirit animal. As this one is at least partly human, I felt the forest spirit had become an urban one. This one is … Continue reading Urban Manitou

Theatrical Madness

All charcoal sticks, almost... only a little blood Conte. Wonderfully messy and fun to do. Doing a reverse perspective drawing isn't new to me, but I've often gotten lost in the process and scrapped it because I overcomplicated it. This little face seemed to loom out of the backstage of a nearly darkened theatre and I … Continue reading Theatrical Madness

Dear Caliban,

Charcoal sticks and coloured charcoal. Simple and spontaneous drawing. When my head suggested adding colour outside the face, I started to see who he was. It's my interpretation of the X-Men character of the same name. I have never known the character to be much of a smiler, but I tend to have smiles on … Continue reading Dear Caliban,