“Conscious Cleansing”

“Conscious Cleansing” 40″X30″ (acrylic+paint pens on canvas)

In this most recent depiction, set on an icy shelf, Lake Michigan in a winter ice phase. Frozen waves shelfing themselves. A struggle of inward duality over good and evil,  the minds constant battles throughout life.  We find sometimes that to realize things we have to suffer and others make us aware of what were doing wrong or praise us for things we do right. The two anti-Herms hoover with butterfly wings and eight limbs to support there grotesque movements as they battle themselves, resolving inner conflicts. Each Herm has an anti-herm. The anti-Herm manipulates its specimen
, breaking open the spires,  spurting it’s black oil in an conscious cleaning act to the face of the other Herm. Nasty old Russian herm woman on the beach would take oversized trash bags to the lake and capture seagulls and urban birds to barbeque.

“Worship”

Worship 24″X16″ (Acrylic and Pen on Canvas)

Jan.17.2011

The Herms depicted in the most recent vision are nearing their spiritual confirmation from the holy father seen on the left, drizzled with gold lavish necklaces and fabrics made of only the finest velvet+satin, laced upon his globen tunic. The two holy slave-devotees lace his body with even more gold dousings of shine and brilliance, all the while holy followers break into trances of hope and healing, flailing their arms in the air as if the holy ghost as entered them.. An undeserving herm tending a small holy flame suddenly and unofficially accepts a gust of billowing spiritual smoke from the lords holy flame, engulfing every breathing hole in his face. Another herm between the two houses spits seaman from his bishop hat as an appreciative gesture of faith.  Once a bongo drummer, not any more, sticks waving desperately in the air as the grey faced anti-herm intrudes on the spiritual gathering.  The stubby tweener herm reaching to the sky for answers from the good lord, along side, below, as the pandimonium unfolds in the eyes of the desperate peachy hatted herm soaking a scarf in a bucket of urine. Another anti-herm lingers behind the empty staircase leading into a now tree, from once before someones home.

“Trajesty at the Veterans Nightclub”

Dec. 22nd 2010. 17X11″ Mixed Media illustration on Paper.

A cafeteria for Veterans is open as a nightclub on some nights for special peoples, birthdays, if anxiety built up like igloos melting you from inside of them. Several of the vets were lumped over like the medald up vet on the latter, who’s old straw baskets coming apart real fast and to sit there to see all of his old nighties. The place was packed with crystally eyes. Boisterous farm animals in heat, undressing in their eyes, snorting lines packed in the sides of your eyelids, filled with ciggie smoke. Sparkles of hiss visible, wet nasty vet on the latter, still gross and with a drippy old bashy face, the others were of equal status going on and on, on the karaoke singing Elton John Songs and Jounrey covers. The saltyness of the sea captain, ambiguous touching, with is fatty baseball mitty hands and sausage fingers all gross, he kept her entertained with his slot machine. Snipping pool sticks snapping at you, rejected with no doubt. The size of angel hairs, angel food cake, angels and their angels were just too big, the bag, it kept hitting this girl in the face. In that hot seat, with that red button pushed long before, when pretty bodies knew pretty bodies.

“Soul Eater”

16X20″ (Acrylic, Markers on Canvas)

Right Building: The infamous tranny duo seen in the top right floor, an always crucial visit to that microwave, over and again and again, featuring 2 frozen entrees , one mac and cheese and one beef stew. She loves the beef stew and I’ll bet he does too.  Shooting up some in the chateau for sure, 32 dollars a night, trash everywhere, crack and drugs and stuff all thrown round their gross little room. (both of them smoking and french inhaling)

Below them resides the 2 herm pilgrims, one getting eaten by the soul eater, and the other getting it’s musket hat pulled over its eyes so it cant see it’s baby being extracted by soul eater and other herm.

Left Building: Three herms in black spandex suits with giant scarfs and musket hats play with dice and french inhale ciggies. Below them, the soul eater devastates the donut bringer {who was said to be bringing the donuts to the dice players above}.  And finally below, two herms fighting to the death over an XL macdonals frys. One of the herms has a ciggy that the donut bringer above is bogarting french inhales because of the stress from the soul eater.

“Endless Finger Taders and the Present Bringer”

10X13″ (Markers and Colored Pencils on Paper)

In this recent depiction of herm-malnutrition, two nasty little bags of finger taders attached via harnesses to two black birds are taken away from the Herms due to their neglectfulness-inspired by the distraction of Macdonals presents coming into play courtesy of the present bringer. The greedy malnourished herms try desperately to re-capture their finger taders (as the taders provide essential indigestion attributes and heart burn-very important to the herms).

Specific cloud-born Herm’s in baby suits are selfishly diving into each bag, those dirty little stubby fingers, crumbubbling, and gesticulating. The self proclaimed st.Nicolous-inspired herm in most forth coming view, carries presents to the starving herms in the forms of: Happy Meals, Big Mac’s, and happy presents from Macdonals.  A bulimia nervosa inspired herm seen attacking the present bringer from below, appears to be the only one seen with significant interest in the micky dee offerings as he gripples the legs of the present bringer.


“Immaculate Conceptions”

Nov.1st. 2010

27″X18″ Acrylic and Mixed Media Pen

In this most recent depiction of the Herm saga,” Immaculate Conceptions” features 6 pregnant Herm mothers banished from their homes due to their deformities. The mothers are simultaneously giving uncontrollable births against their will.  It is nearly snowing, freezing, and the end of fall.  The chimineas are  used to warm the mothers and  allow them to instantly cremate their herm babies amongst birth. From cradle to grave instantly, without cradle nor grave, only smoke. The herm babies are so morbidly deformed that they cannot exist as a species and become an invisible passerby; entering through dark voids of the floating ball. Inspirations can come from unpressidented numbers of pregnant women shopping for groceries. Many of them nearly bursting like watermelons thrown from draw bridges in Madison county. As if a tiny pin could pop em, and they’d disappear like wind catching salt. Fake fat suits, big dresses,  impromptu orange chicken, citrus glazed and non-alcoholic beer.

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(text and photo courtesy of www.sanitymuffin.com)

“Dueling Barbecue Accidents”

I recently went on a bicycle journey to explore architecture in Chicago’s south side. Lovely old enchanted buildings, dilapidated and resembling medieval time periods seemingly forgotten to our present day. During a visit to Hyde Park, I came across a giant festival, rich with colorful tents, fried food everywhere,  smelling really good, barbecue sauce visible from all angles. It was morbidly humid and the warmth was overbearing as if I was trapped in an oven at a low setting for Trader Joe’s Egg Rolls.  Scattered families were barbecuing on the outskirts of the festival. I rode through neighboring side streets seeing everything from afar and noticed some undefined wafting smoke ribbons coming from a distant corner of the park.  I could hardly see what was causing the smoke, I could just see a few limbs and maybe a face. A families barbecue had malfunctioned and turned over, causing flames and wafting amounts of white smoke to engulf their entire presence. This affected me for reasons I’m still trying to figure out, in the mean time it inspired me to create a depiction of my experience in Hyde Park.

“Herms Vanity Fair”

Recent depiction of multi-cultural golden globe-nomination inspired Herms. They are gathering around backstage in the dressing room. They are getting ready for the big broadway show. The black clouds seeping through the vents in the ceiling, billowing black seaman into the Herms vanity fair dresser droors. It looks like nasty black oil, all over their hands, dipping them in and again, Dairy Queen style. Loving those apple dippers.. gettin’ em real sticky.  Everyone was enjoying their wine, it was a belligerent night, stressed and loney, some were moody and envious of others beauty, and gritters of course. Everyone kept powdering and applying aveda institute inspired face creme. This can been seen by the black herms face turned filthy peach colored in the left vanity, as her secret admiror gazes into her eyes, getting teary and emotional, easily noticed by her drippy blue eye shadow.

“Giant Hershey Kiss Stealer”

Roof top piece, Chicago. Summer 2010
Recent inspirations from chocolate kisses, One herm on the left Stealing the giant elephantitis inspired Hershey Kisses from unknown cloak. Invisible, the other herm, “the eater” glutenessly devouering the giant kisses, feeling one lobbed deep with the bowls (Both while french in-hailing).

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