One, two, FIVE! I mean three... Weeks.

Hello, all of you.
This is another one of those posts about me apologizing for my Blogger negligence.
I realize that I haven't actually posted ANYTHING for roughly three whole semanas. (Weeks. That's Spanish, kids! :D) I want to sincerely apologize for that, and for the fact that that means that I haven't really been on at all. Meaning I haven't been seeing all YOUR posts.
Now, normally I make it a point to go to all the blogs I follow and view their (your) posts, usually commenting upon their (your) topic in question. Or at least give a "Well done, chap!"
I haven't done that, obviously. I think it's been a week and a half since I read anything by anyone. When you follow ten or fifteen people and consistently check ALL of their posts, and WANT to read all the stuff, a week can really be a long time to check. Too long.
So just know that I did, in fact, go back and read pretty much everything by all of you, and that even if I did neglect you for a short while, I tried to make up for it.

So, enough chit-chat. Since I (obviously) can't just say sorry and then disappear for another three weeks, I figured I would leave you with a little somethin'-somethin'. So, here it is. Some cool pictures of awesome people. Try to guess who they are; they'll start out easy, and get progressively harder as they go. :D

1. Easy. Looking sharp, big guy!

2. What a nice-looking fellow he is.

3. His lip always pulled up in a grim, uncontrollable scowl...

4. Look at that cute, happy smile...

5. If anything, her smile should give it away.

6. What a magnificent black cat!

7. Wait... An old lady... With an ax...? Yet it seems so fitting...

8. Who could forget such dark, watchful eyes?

9. He looks a little concerned, or something.

10. The trickiest of them all... Good luck with THIS one.

Have fun, everybody! :D

Worst Movies Ever Blogfest!

Thanks to merely two degrees of separation, I was able to find the gracious host of this blogfest, Alex J. Cavanaugh. And you can find him HERE!




Here are the rules:


On Monday, September 19, post a list of up to ten of the worst movies you’ve ever had the misfortune to watch. Films that just oozed awfulness and featured plot holes so big you could drive a bus through them. Any genre or year, but only theater and straight to video/DVD titles. (Otherwise we’d all list every movie ever made by the SyFy Channel!)


Here is my worst.


M. Night Shyamalan's "The Last Airbender."


Alright, let's start with the plot, which most of you may already know.
Two siblings find a young boy in an iceberg, who turns out to be the Avatar, the savior of the four nations of the world.
He must master Water Bending before he can save the world.
So he masters Water Bending. THE END.


Not only does this plot make no sense (especially when compared to the show), it also leaves you hanging. What happened in between? Well, that's just it. Really, nothing monumental EVER happens in the movie. The reason for this may very well be that the producer wanted to create an action-packed adventure with three kids being hunted by an angry fire-bending prince, with non-stop fight scenes (if that is the case, they also did a really bad job at it). But the more likely reason is that the actual show contained twenty episodes in the first season, each clocking in at roughly twenty minutes. That's a total of four hundred minutes, or six hours and forty minutes. The movie was one hour and forty-three minutes long, including credits. They tried to squeeze in anything semi-important, and therefore made it really confusing. The characters wound up practically teleporting to different parts of the world. I could go on about the plot for days, but I know you'd rather I didn't, and I would rather I didn't.


The acting.
It was terrible. Everything about it was bad.
The main character, Aang, is supposed to be a fun-loving little dude who always has a smile on his face. Instead, he's the most serious character in the movie. In a scene where he says "I love games, too," it looks though as if he's just seen the end of all times, and looked into the bowels of death.
Sokka, the 16-year-old brother who found Aang, is supposed to be cynical, sarcastic, and an all-around funny, sort of ladies' man. They got the cocky, 27-year-old Jackson Rathbone, the guy who played Jasper in Twilight (quote: "the one who looks like he's always in pain") to play him. Did he do a terrible job, even though he's a name actor? I mentioned he was in Twilight, yes? Plus, he and his sister were the only white people in the entire water tribe.
All the firebenders (the badguys) were played by Middle-Easterns. I don't have a problem with them, but you would think someone would find it offensive. To me, it seems a little racist to make all of them the enemies. And the actor who played the intimidating "General Xiao" was played by the same man in Spiderman 2, the owner of the pizza shop that Peter Parker works at.
The bending is a unique process where the elements of nature move according to the movements of the body, the speed of it being no exception. Did they get this correct? Nay, good sir! In this, the benders do a ridiculously long Kung Fu windup (which would wear you out, I'm sure) in order to use a tiiiiiiiiiny bit of bending, like blowing out a candle, or splashing a drop of water on a friend's head. (This explains Chinese water torture; it's not that they were trying to make the people go crazy, it's just literally as fast as they could go whilst bending.)
They also pronounced almost every name in the movie wrong.


The only redeemable quality that I found in the movie was the costumes. They did a good job on the costumes. Bravo.


That was probably the worst "big" movie I've ever seen. Some people, who haven't seen the show, may have enjoyed it. But the IMDb rating was 4.5 out of 10 stars, and the Metascore was a mere 20 out of 100.

(This cool-looking scene never actually happens, in case you didn't guess that already.)

Coffee Shop

This is the more serious picture I've been working on this past week. Well, two days, really.

This picture contains three of my favorite things: Rain, coffee shops, and people who love rain and coffee shops. (Sorry for the bad quality. I don't know what that's about...)

Here's the widescreen view, and, magically, it has even worse quality than the previous picture. Who knew it was possible?

Doodles

Hey there! It's me again. That's right; the esteemed Zade, Emperor of Narnia. Not to brag or anything...
Anyways. This isn't going to be a serious post (hence the name {hence the "hence the name"} [hence the "hence the 'hence the name'"]}|and I would've gone further, but I ran out of brackets, so I used this weird line thing|), and may actually be reused many, many times in the future... For any other doodles I doodle, rather than having to start an entirely new post every time.
ANYanyways (my goodness, we're awfully redundant tonight, aren't we?), here are a few doodles I've done over the past week or so in my free time (which is all day, every day, just so you know). Feel free to laugh, cry, comment, or solve world hunger. Any of the above would be acceptable responses to what you're about to see. 
Thanks for tuning in this week, on Blogger! -Cue cheesy game show/Fox news music-

The other night, I was having a block (it was in no way similar to having a baby, mind you), and my brother suggested I draw chickens (don't ask; he's just a very, very strange lad). This picture was the outcome of that suggestion.

Confusion (Mind the camels; they spit!)

This one is titled "The Age of the Machine... Is 104" I don't think it's quite done yet, so it may eventually escape from the bonds of doodlism and into the world of regular, decent pictures which much effort and deliberation was put into the making of (I'll come up with a title for this category later. For now, simply call it R.D.P.W.M.E.D.W.P.I.M. We'll know what you mean.)

A Time to Share

Hello, my bloggy buddies.
How's it going?
Is life treating you well? Did you get the cookies I sent you? Excellent.
The cookies were a gift, or rather, an exchange for your forgiveness to my lack of consistency (no, not like pancake batter) in the blogging realm.
I am sorry.
I am also sorry if the postman ate your cookies. If he did, just let me know, and I'll send my minions after him. They'll get your cookies back. Promise.
Anyways, there's a reason (as there always is) for my absence as of late.
My computer went *poop* again. As far as computers can go *poop*, that is. It went *poop* so hard that it won't work anymore. (Sounds like a college buddy of mine...)
So again, my humblest apologies go out to all of ye who even view this small, desolate blog.
And HERE is what I've been working on in the meantime!
It may very well be the picture that has consumed more of my time in its creation than any other picture I have ever drawn, so please, if you don't like it, don't tell me. I would probably cry. (And, perhaps, do what my computer did... {though I'm not implying that I work as it is; I don't. I'm a bum. Whatcha gonna do about it!?})

There's a short story that goes along with this classy man...
But I haven't written it yet. Sorry! :D
(Also, the scanner cut off the ole bloke's feet. Don't think that he's a no-good, footless buffoon. He has classy feet, on which are classy shoes.)

Seven Virtues #1: Chastity

I know I'm rather late in getting to this, but I've been fairly busy lately, and haven't yet had a chance to do it! Tragic. I know. But I plan to do it, anyways, because, well, I want to.

This is the Seven Virtues blog challenge. A month ago, Lady Antimony had hosted a blog challenge called "The Seven Deadly Sins." I managed to kill at least five people (in story, mind you), and ruin the lives of the rest of them. I know, I'm horrible.
This seems to be the only chance of redemption. And how hard it might be! We'll give it a shot.

   I walk right past them,

   and I know how they felt.

   They saw the outline of

   my Chastity Belt.

   They won't make it through,

   Not without a fight.

   It may never come off,

   If I put it on right.

   If you get to my heart,

   You might get my key,

   And then my manliness

   Will all be set free.

   It gets a bit scratchy,

   That much is true,

   so if you wear one, well,

   good luck to you, too.

   Somehow or another,

   It feels a bit wrong.

   It doesn't quite fit me,

   neither does my thong.

...I'm going to Hell, aren't I?

(92 Words)

I'm OUTTA here!

Hello, there. I'm back. You may or may not have noticed, but I've been away from the blog world for quite some time. A very long time, in fact, as far as keeping up with a site like this is concerned. Well, let me tell you why. I was moving. It was a long process. On Friday, the final things in our house were packed and (somewhat) organized. The following day, in lovely 110 degrees weather, we took eight hours to pack all our belongings (and believe me, that is a LOT of stuff) into the 24-8-12 foot moving truck. When we had finally finished packing everything, and were sore, tired, hungry, sweaty, and feeling as if our arms were about to fall off, we decided to move the truck out of the way, as it was backed up our sidewalk.
   Here's the great part: we couldn't find the keys. We searched the entire house from top to bottom, left to right, and nook to cranny. And wouldn't you know it? They had been packed up due to a slight mishap that had occurred hours before. The small desk they had fallen into had ALSO been packed into the truck.
   You can imagine our frustration.
   Three grunts, six groans, a push and a heave, and four gallons of sweat later, the truck was halfway unpacked, and we found the keys.t The following morning, we left late (11:00 AM), and didn't arrive at our first stop until 9 o'clock that evening, including a one-hour backwards time transition.
   There were three of us crammed into the cab of the moving truck. And that was the comfortable ride. The other two us (myself and my mum) were packed into a small car, with two large dogs, one cat in a large cage, eight bags, three baskets, a cooler, two sacks of food, topped off by the smell of fresh animal droppings (which may not be the right word; I'm really feeling it with 'smathering,' regardless of the fact that it doesn't actually exist) across six states, over the course of 30 hours spread across three days (Sunday-Tuesday).
   Even though it was a difficult, uncomfortable, and smelly trip, there were many fun things that occurred during that time (like jamming out to two full CDs of the Beatles, viewing the scenery, making fun of some of the ridiculous town names, etc.), and the new place was totally worth it all.
   As much as I *ahem* "enjoy" moving across the country, I can't say I'll be doing it again anytime soon. Cheerio.

I think this was a pile of rocks in Wyoming... I can't remember.

This is our cat, Foofoocuddlypoops, otherwise known as Kitty, or Lil' K Foofs (that's his street name.) sleeping in his cage.

More pretty mountains somewhere in either Wyoming or in  Idaho. Maybe Utah.

I like the mountains, what can I say?

I'm a brilliant photographer, obviously. (Not really. I just said it. It makes me feel... Special. :D)

This is a place in Oregon called Multnomah Falls. It is utterly beautiful, and completely free to visit. SCORE!

(Sorry for the bad picture quality, they were taken from my phone, which is cheap.)

Packing: Story of an A.D.D. Packrat

This morn, my brother and I were sorting through various things in the living room that we haven't seen since we've been old enough to comprehend words such as "homemade videos," "antique," and "baby shower." Now that our knowledge of the English vocabulary has expanded exponentially, we were able to view such things with appreciation.
First, I found our antique dishes that have been passed down through several generations, dating back as old as (or, so I think) the mid 1800's. To make a long story short, I spied the trademark on one piece of an old tea set, and, rather than simply disregarding it, went on an obsessive Google-searching frenzy. I spent almost a full hour simply trying to find out how old it was, and another hour trying to figure out how much it was worth. Unfortunately, I could not reach a viable conclusion. For, unlike in many modern movies, you cannot type two keywords and find the exact thing you're looking for as the first result of the query. I came out disappointed.
Secondly, my brother found a homemade video of my older sister's baby shower, and I kid you not, my dad looks and acts almost exactly like Matthew Broderick in "Ferris Bueler's Day Off." I couldn't keep my interest in seeing what my parents were like nigh twenty years ago at bay. I'm far too inquisitive for such nonsense as being incurious. Another forty-five minutes, and not a freshly-packed box later, the movie fuzzed out and the screen turned blue.
So now, as I sit with a mound of unpacked things yet before me, I type this post. Darn. Another twenty minutes.

Thunderstorm

A maleficent storm lurks ominously in the near distance. I hear it hum through the clouds. It strikes dismal chords of thunder in deep, baritone pitches. It composes a song of sorrow and melancholy whispers, it wants to drain me. It seeks to unsettle me. It desires to demoralize me. It rolls in slowly, carefully, like a giant rolling pin coming to flatten the entire land.

Its pulse is so close. I hear its heart beat faster and louder. It knows my comfort cannot last. It sees me. It knows I sit at my window. It hears me breathing. It hisses a serpentine note and spires maliciously above me.

The trees are silent, the birds are long gone from the watchful perception of the monstrosity now seeping across the stretch of plains that yet lay before me. I catch a glimpse of sunlight before it sinks into the clouds, enshrouded, engulfed, and devoured by shadow and darkness.

Terrible darkness.

It's outside my window, shrieking its fury at my haven. Its angry tears whip the siding of my sanctity fiercely and bitterly. It lashes out its wicked tongue to strike the earth with deadly fire, feeding on the dry grass, the brittle trees. Its eye focuses on me momentarily before demonstrating the full potential of nature's raw, destructive power and sovereignty over me.

A Titan in every aspect, it annihilates the insolent, man-made structures surrounding my refuge with a single heave of its massive arm. I sip my coffee and peer nonchalantly over the rim of my mug before I resume typing.

It is infuriated. It howls raucously at me and tears the hills asunder in its wake. It compulsively towers over me and crashes back down ceaselessly until it is too frustrated and weary to continue its rampant behavior.

It runs away, weeping, to terrorize anyone who stands in its path.

I sip my coffee, sigh deeply, and continue typing.

(I developed the idea for this whilst eyeing an approaching storm. I hope you enjoyed it.)

Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony

Hello, my dear friends. I understand that you may be wondering why, after so long, am I now posting my seventh and final 'Deadly Sin' story. Let me explain: Our 'awesome' internet has been down for- what's today, Friday?- four three days. Three full, excruciating days. You wanna know what our service is? Well, here's a hint. Their quote is "When you're living in the country, it's easy to get connected to nature. But other things, not so much." Still don't know? Well, I'm pretty sure there's a toilet paper brand with the same name. And no, I don't mean Charmin. Anyways, enough ranting. Another well-deserved thank you to Antimony for hosting this whole deal! She rocks. Check her out at Thoughts, Musings, and Broken Promises. Leave some thoughts if you feel like. Thanks! :D

Mr. Smith gaped at the many various card tables and slot machines, his eyes filled wonder and fantasy. He envisioned himself sitting on a mound of $100 bills, up to his teeth in women and luxury. He bet big and lost big in his first hand of poker, but managed to retain his pride. He blew on his dice, but the gambling fairy must have been on vacation, because he rolled them and lost the meager $18 he had won playing the slot machines. Mr. Smith played and played all night, until both the keys to his car and the deed to his house had been lost. He left the casino that night to wander the streets aimlessly, even more broken than he had been when he arrived.

Seven Deadly Sins: Envy

    Hello, people. Today is the sixth day of the Seven Deadly Sins blog challenge, and I want to give much praise to Antimony at Thoughts, Musings, and Broken Promises. You should seriously go check out her stuff because, well, it rocks my socks off. And that means it's good. (I feel the need to translate some of this street slang) Leave comments if you feel like it! Your thoughts mean much to me! Thanks! Gracias! Danke schön!

    Envy (I know I don't normally title them but this time I'm going to!)

    It's dark. My mind is useless and slow. I don't know how long it's been since I was taken away from my family and locked up in here. I don't remember the last time I saw the sun, when I could stand up straight, when I didn't have a beard that brushed the dust off my toes.

I hear the heavy door swing open. The dim light blinds me. They grab him, my cellmate. He was the last one, 'sides me. He's getting the death penalty. Why couldn't they have taken me? I don't care anymore that I didn't commit the crime I was accused of. I just want to die. Anything to be out of this God-forsaken hole.

El Verano de Color: Color Cafe

Look at this beautiful picture!

Good day, fellow bloggers! As you all may know, this week's Color for Summer is Brown, and so I will be posting something... Brown. Ahem. Anyways, I want to throw a huge "thank you!" at Kristin from Twinkle, Twinkle for hosting this event, The Summer of Color. So, go and check out her sweet stuff! Aight. Thanks! :D

It's a bit blurry, I know. But hey, at least it's posted! :D (Falling Leaves)

Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath

He walks into the apartment and quietly closes the door behind him, twisting the ring around in his pocket, feeling more ecstatic and confident than words can express. He pulls the ring out and squeezes it tightly in his palm, swallows hard and walks through the door into the bedroom.

But she isn't alone. He remembers the man; they had been to the same party a week or two ago. No words are said. One golden ring falls from a sweaty palm and bounces across the cool floor. Two mouths gape in horror. Three gunshots are heard by other tenants. The sheets aren't white anymore.

(100 Words)

Hey, this is the Seven Deadly Sins Blog challenge, day 5! Only two more to go, which doesn't leave a lot of time to give a bunch of huge thanks to Ms. Antimony over at Thoughts, Musings, and Broken Promises for hosting this spectacular and fun event! If it finds your fancy, please, feel free to leave thoughts in the internet form of "comments." I hear they're all the rage these days. I know. I'm hip!

Seven Deadly Sins: Lust

No one would have to know, thought the mortician. No! It's late, all the fumes have gotten to me... He couldn't think straight. She lay there, motionless on the table, one of the most beautiful corpses he'd ever seen. He swallowed hard as a bead of sweat dribbled its way down his greasy forehead. His lips were pursed tightly and he approached the table. His heart throbbed painfully but his feet made him move closer. He finally gave in to temptation and darted towards her, but tripped on his untied shoelace and fell to the floor, his throat landing directly on the sharp end of the scalpel he'd forgotten was in his hand.

Again, huge thanks to Lady Antimony over at Thoughts, Musings, and Broken Promises for hosting this awesome event, The Seven Deadly Sins Blog Challenge. Sorry about the rather macabre story, but hey, they are the Seven DEADLY Sins for a reason.

Comment if you like, I'd appreciate all the "well-deserved" praise! (Or appropriate criticism, if need be.) Heh. Thank ya!

Seven Deadly Sins: Pride

This is the third in the series of the Seven Deadly Sins blog challenge that I'll be doing, and I want to give a huge "Thank you!" to Lady Antimony over at Thoughts, Musings, and Broken Promises here on Blogger for hosting this wonderful event. You should totally check out her page, and all her awesome works! Her poetry is absolutely delightful.

    I gaze intently at his still and quiet beauty; his pencil-thin brow, his crimson lips filled with passion, his eyes as mysterious as the afterlife, his jaw immaculate and strong... He is the portrait of perfection in every aspect. No, he doesn't have burns on his face, blisters that ooze ceaselessly if touched improperly. No, he doesn't have hands as rough as sandstone, nor a conscience burdened with the shattered bones and screams of his foes. But he also doesn't have the Medal of Honor or a medal for bravery, either. I steal one last glance from the painting, then smirk and turn to push my wheelchair out the door of the art museum.

(100 words)

Seven Deadly Sins: Slothfulness

    Royce opened one lazy eye and peered around the room to get an idea of his whereabouts. He had passed out on his back in the middle of the living room floor sometime in the past few hours, he determined. The plate of pizza was still on the coffee table, just where he had left it. He rolled over and tried, hopelessly, to push himself to his feet. The first attempt was a sure failure, and so he lay there for five more minutes, deliberating whether to try to stand back up, or to drift back into slumber. He had had a tough afternoon, after all; digging about between the couch cushions looking for old scraps of food, and pondering, for some time, about what his toes might look like these days. He pushed himself slowly to his feet. 'That's two push-ups today,' he thought. He swatted at the flies buzzing around the pizza, and took a bite. Cold. Stale. Just the way he liked it. A sudden rumbling in his bowels made him freeze. Given the length of the vibrations, he knew it was one of two things: A) his stomach was imploding, or B) he had to use the bathroom. He took a wild guess and went for the bathroom. He could have gone anywhere on the floor without remorse, but he felt especially polite today. His monstrous feet pounded down the hallway, and he pushed open the door with his face, without even knocking. After settling himself in his upright position, his eyes became heavy, his vision blurred, and he passed out in the litter box. Oh, to be a cat.

(I know it's way over the word count, but I couldn't stop... I... I'm so sorry!)

Seven Deadly Sins: ARRGH! (Greed)

    The captain gawked at the pile of loot that lay before him. He couldn't even feel the wound in his leg anymore, nor the splinters of wood from the shattered mast and the innumerable cutlass slashes he'd received from his now-waterlogged enemies. He dropped to his knees to stir the booty with his hooked hand, perhaps drool a little, and maybe even wet himself. His eyes glistened selfishly in the golden light, and he closed the door, laughing maniacally as water seeped in through the walls, and the ship sank into the dark blue abyss, taking the Cap'n with it.

(98 words)

Summer of Color: Yellow

Ahoy, mateys! My name is Zade Forrest, and though I'm pretty new to the blog world, I've decided to participate (a little late, to be sure...) in this event, The Summer of Color.
I found it via Heather Henry (littleredhenry.blogspot.com), but I, nonetheless, would like to thank the host of said sweet event, Kristin (twinkletwinklelikeastar.blogspot.com), for her awesome creativity in putting this all together. So, thank you! :D
As you all may know, this week's color is YELLOW!

"Clipped Wings"
(Sorry about the picture quality; I had to use my phone because it would be incredibly difficult to scan this considering all the paper clips...)

Dr. Villanelle

This was a villanelle that I wrote about a year and a half ago in my creative writing class.

Doctor Villanelle

The wounds so gruesome, the blood so red
Covers my hands, and my nice white floor
His heart rate stops, another one dead.

(A picture for your viewing enjoyment)

Blinded and bleeding, strapped to the bed
Moaning in pain, he screams “Please, no more!”
The wounds so gruesome, the blood so red.

‘Make the incision’, I say in my head
Heaving so hard, sweat pours from his pores
His heart rate stops, another one dead.

My palette and paint, morphine and meds
I’ll fix him up, right down to his core!
The wounds so gruesome, the blood so red.

It’s dangerous work, the ground I tread
Cut left, slice right, of me he implores!
His heart rate stops, another one dead.

Torn to pieces, a human salad,
I move his mauled body to the floor
The wounds so gruesome, the blood so red
His heart rate stops, another one dead.

(Note: Not all my poetry is as dark as this. I actually meant for this one to be, how you say... Humerus? Ha! A pun...)

Mind

You can't run
And you can't hide
From everything
You feel inside.

You drown yourself
in Isolation
And trap yourself
in Desolation.

But there's something there
In the corner, it grows.
It's watching you.
It always knows.

In the darkest
Darkness of your soul
It roots itself;
It digs a hole.

It suffocates you
With its cold hands
It manipulates you
And makes demands.

It muffles you if
You try to scream.
And bites you to prove
It's not a dream.

You're lost, you
Don't know what to do.
You cannot kill it,
Because it's you.

I got tagged. So here it is, blog world!

    Considering the fact that I don't know hardly anyone on here, I don't think I'll be tagging anyone. Regardless, I'll answer the fun questions.


1) What's the first thing you do in the morning? Well, if not doing aerobics with one hand, and saving starving African children with the other, I probably get up and laze around at home and drink a bunch of coffee. Or make coffee, and THEN drink it. It goes both ways.

2) How old do you feel?  My body feels 18, my mind feels 30, and my soul feels 10. And if you mean coppin' a feel, I'd probably only go up to... 30. But that's probably not what you mean...

3) What's your sign and does the description match your personality?  
Cancer. 'Nuff said. Aha, fear not, for I simply jest. No, it says constantly having mood swings, which is totally no... HEY! SHUT UP! I love you. Life SUCKS! Why isn't grass red? POPTARTS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No. That's not me. It's hard to even pretend that's me.

4) How do you like your caffeine?  I like it to be caffeinated. That's always good. But typically it's always in coffee-form.


5) Favorite cartoon character?  Let's see... Stewie from Family Guy, Finn from Adventure Time, Bugs Bunny, and Jester the Molester. Oh, I'm just kidding. I don't actually like Bugs Bunny. (Again, kidding. I love Bugs.)

Surreality

Surreal Art is the fruit of my dreams, which are the seeds planted firmly in the soil of creativity, warmed by imagination, and sprinkled with a hint of insanity. These things line the path to my soul. Now you know.... And knowing is half the battle.

Last night I created this one. Well, imagined it. I actually drew it today. I wanted a contrast, and therefore the woman's dress is becoming one with the waves of the sea, and her hair becoming the falling leaves. I can see my mom's style in this one.

Steampunk John Lennon

My own adaptation of "Portrait of an Old Man"

Little Kids Vs. Big Monsters

To put this quite plainly, I don't think like everyone else. I find inspiration in strange things, like the floral patterns in the couch cushions. The first picture came from watching the movie Labyrinth, for obvious reasons. The second came from looking at a picture of my brother in a cowboy hat. It evolved from there.

Hungry Hungry Hedge Tree

The Wild West

Pumpkin Heads

 This is a series of Pumpkinheady pictures I've drawn, and I'm sure more will be added to the collection shortly. Be patient. I know it's tough, but I believe in you.

  

Dante the Pumpkinhead

Illuminated Smoker

A Boy With a Sword