This is Philippe the White Queen. He is a fixture at the Pretty High 90-90 House...which is a large, ramshackle Victorian-styled house where eccentric people come together to party. Nicknamed the "Bunny Huggers", many of these individuals seem to exhibit a flair for the 1920's era.
They also have a propensity to polish off a mixed drink, know as a gush. This is gin and garlic juice.
Philippe is one of two queens of the ball. His costume is made out plastic bubble wrap...which kind of sparkles in the light. People love to pop his bubbles.
This drawing was done several years ago with ink and...magic marker, of all things.
Here's the promotional art (and possibly the cover) for Kip Klondike, my little comic book project for the rest of this year. I will post a few panels here or there, depending on my progress. Uhm ... oh yeah! Before I forget. Expect this blog to undergo some drastic changes very soon. All I can say is ... it's gonna look better. A lot better. Possibly a store too?
I've devised a rating system based off of how a movie makes me feel...instead of how it makes me think. The movies that fall under these parameters will be horror, sci-fi, fantasy, exploitation, grindhouse, eurosleaze, trash, B and Z grade films....you get the idea.
There is no numerical score or symbol. From high to low, there is only a title to define my feelings towards a particular piece of cinema.
FACE MELT = It's Amazing! You make people watch this movie.
SEMI HIT = You never saw it coming.
MAGGOT STORM = It eats you up. It's so bad, it's good.
SPARKLING BODY SHOWER = Yeah, it has its moments. It's a pretty decent flick.
HATCHET HEAD = Average. Pedestrian. Nothing Special.
DEVOURED BY DOGS = A disappointment. You may end up liking it or hating it, but somehow you feel cheated.
EYE GOUGE = What the hell was that???
INTESTINAL PURGE = You gag.
HELL HOUSE = You are ready to destroy the very film you are watching and everything associated with it.
SAWDUST = Boring, boring, boring.
FLESH EATER = Unwatchable.
A REALLY astonishing scene in a movie, good or bad, can merit the "MINI-MELT" rating. For example, the vomit scene in 'The Exorcist', or the face-melting scene in 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' could be considered Mini-Melts. Like a FACE MELT, but smaller!
Like Chew, I'm taking a small break from Carnage Cream. So if you liked the weird wackiness and just plain strangeness of the characters in Flex Fantastic ... Gilbert Goo's for you. My posts will be a bit more sporadic for the rest of the year. I'm focusing my energies on a new project, which if everything goes according to plan, I will debut at Fluke next year. Wish me luck!
This is M.R. and his friend Speicher (in the window, goofing off). They live together in a squat along with Spider, Celia, and a basset hound named Rolando. Many others drift in and out of the place, but the four remain the core group.
After M.R.'s girlfriend broke up with him, he kind of lost it. He quit his job and became a road rat. During one of his journeys, he met Spider, who was going to see his sister Celia (and Rolando). She was squatting in an abandoned house she found in outer suburbia. Spider invited him to stay at the squat...now dubbed Rolando's House. Shortly after settling in, Celia invited Speicher and his girlfriend Ann-Elise to join them.
Ann-Elise, unfortunately, had a myriad of drug related problems and promptly vanished.
Speicher stayed and the group became a family.
These characters came to me in a dream entitled "Do'nt Eat Rolando". Yes, it actually had a title.
M.R. is perhaps one of the most important characters in The Black Worm. He is a fairly competent artist who shunned art school because of its "rigid structure" and "myth-perpetuating institutionalization".
He enjoys drawing all of the weirdos he sees skulking around his neighborhood. To his great joy, he discovered a "colony of furverts" several streets away from Rolando's House.
Interestingly, I have absolutely no plans to feature M.R. in a comic.