Before my “illness” I already had huge bulging eyes and a family history of miscegenation. Now my voice is decaying into a firm croak, my skin seeks a moist medium, and what I thought was lymph node inflammation may turn out to be the budding of gills. Pictured is what I expect to look like in 48 hours, Dagon willing.
Being assigned so many self portraits makes me feel like art is masturbatory, and also that I am a narcissist. Can I counter this by distorting myself unto grotesqueness? Meet Demon Me/Zombie Me/Cannibal Me/ the Me you don’t take home to meet your folks. (And the painting I won’t be showing off to prospective mates on the first date).
Watercolor, colored pencil, sumi ink on paper.
I don’t like the idea of uploading self portraits onto here, but y’all can have this one. Its kind of messed up because I scanned it in chunks, but you get the idea. Probably the coolest self portrait I’ve done to date.
Butterfree free!
First time I tried a 5 min sketch in color. Not bad Mr. Fish.
Hanuman defeats a Rakshasa!
Simple bird
Master Chief on Halo
