Destino

8 12 2010

Salvador Dali and Walt Disney? Sure.





The Brothers Quay

8 12 2010

 





Will Cotton

8 12 2010




Videodrome

8 12 2010

So there is this movie right. And this guy pulls a gun out of his stomach as well as a VHS tape, if I remember correctly. I was thinking about it and I came up with some mental imagery of various objects sticking out of flesh. So that led me to this… combining these two images. One from videodrome, and one from some fashion photographer. There would be a movie going on underneath the flesh of someone, and a viewer would be peeling it apart…





FX

8 12 2010

Make up effects people have the worst websites. If you don’t believe me, search for them and look for yourself, terrible.. This is the only thing i could really find to draw something from. Its actually student work! amazing! I could see a whole living dead drowning series. Or perhaps just dead. Have I ever painted a dead person? whoa…. not quite sure i have… anyways. You could have an ocean victim, a pool one, a lake one…i guess thats about it.





Toy

8 12 2010

No, I do not have a toy collection, nor would I ever actually consider spending over 100 dollars on a little figure. Although… If I did, I would most likely purchase this one. Coming across this has led me to dig up some make up effect imagery. I have been playing around with doing a ripped flesh painting for years. It has just never properly come to fruition. When I stare at this figurine… the thought of doing a movie reference painting trickled into my head. I thought I was above that sort of trendy thing but… now I just don’t know…





Anthony L. Barkhaus IV

8 12 2010

My dear friend and roommate Anthony is an amazing poet. Sometime I argue that my work is more like poetry than anything else. The meaning lies within somewhere murky and distant. Its better off undisturbed in my opinion. So here is my favorite. If the mood strikes me I might illustrate it…

With That Said

Here we are again. In the beginning there was light.

Evil soon followed. Darkness latching to it’s coat tails.

Whispers amoung the broken tumble on deaf ears.

Who would want all of the ruckus, who would want

to handle the drunks palming the bar like excited

children eager to touch the puppy? If you ask me

none of this is worth the wait the lines are long

my bladder is soon to be bursting and I can not

stand with you looking like a shadown in the hall.

Keep quiet dear you will wake the neighbors and

they will call the pilicemen. Again they will take

me away, lock me away. From you and the life

I have so bitterly placed together. I am hungry.

It is late. You are a banshee calling nonsense to

the bedroom. Please let me be alone. Let me be

bothered no more. I am no longer a radical animal.

I am a flower buried in a shirt. Dirty from the night.