A Dear Friend

A dear friend from Alpine, Texas, Martha Scott and her art show Eclectricity.

Another T-shirt Design

More screen printing shenanigans.

A Little Behind the Times

Art by Foaming Kitty, t-shirt template by JovDaRipper

It always takes me a while to find things funny.

Here is my t-shirt rendition of "Taters" from Gollum, Lord of the Rings - Two Towers.

Asshole Pizza for Everyone

Just to let everyone know, I will be printing some 2-3 color screen print "Asshole Pizza" posters very soon. They will run about $20 each plus shipping and handling. Stay tuned for more updates.

FK Quote

"I find the female form to be the semblance of perfection. However, I am not a big fan of the female mind." FK

Still Here & Kickin'

Still here. I've been spending most of my time revamping my graphic design portfolio, but I had a little time to fit in a quick illustration.

Fette's Vette

A small dose of humor today.

Whoa! Like, Heavy Man!

Mike Giant for Neighbors from Agency Charlie on Vimeo.j

This guy has a real "Cheech and Chong" vibe.

The Doodle

An interesting take on the humble doodle.

Embracing Vulgarity

Humanity is vulgar. From political beheadings to social physical mutilations to abortion to our social structures and sexual practices, vulgarity permeates humanity. I know that some of my brethren turn a blind eye to the daily filth that populates our cities, streets, internet and evening newscasts. But I have chosen to embrace the vulgarity as an fine artist. I study it. I stick out my tongue and carefully lick it. I take a hesitant nibble. I thoughtfully masticate it and swish it around my mental palate, then when it has fermented long enough, I regurgitate it upon a canvas for the world to partake. I create mirrors. I create portraits. I create disgust. I make messages. Do I think my messages are received or understood? Only time will tell. But until then, I will continue to communicate. A distant series of cyphers sent out into the echoing darkness. A darkness populated by vulgar, disgusting, beautiful beings.

Some Facts About Humans

1. Fresh urine is cleaner than spit or the skin on your face because healthy pee does not hold any bacteria.

2. About ten billion tiny pieces of skin rub off your body EVERY DAY. In a your own lifetime, you could fill eighteen sugar bags with your own dead skin.

3. Your mouth is one of the busiest parts of your whole body (creature wise). More than 100,000,000 micro-creatures live there at any one time.

4. Your feet sweat enough to fill 91 1/4 cups each year.

5. In rural Germany people used to place their own feces piles in their front yards. The bigger the piles meant the wealthier the people in the house.

Read more: http://purpleslinky.com/trivia/10-disgusting-facts-about-the-human-body/#ixzz1YVNfsg4f

Quotes

"I despise children and everything they represent."
"But you were a child once."
"Yes, and it is something I have yet to forgive myself for."

"Humans are destruction.
                              The End."

"The process is more interesting than the final result."

"Advertising creates expectations that exceed reality -
Hence, I keep an acoustic guitar in my office that I cannot play."

Yikes!

I haven't posted since last month.

I have been busy getting back into shape so I haven't done much but think of that. Then I took a week off and went to Arkansas for vacation. But now that I am back, I am refreshed and ready to get back to art. Let's see what my twisted mind can come up with next.

More Peeing in the Shower

I got on a roll with the shower + pee theme.

Color Sketch

Color Comp w/ Stock Photos

24" x 48", Acrylic, WIP (Asshole Pizza Behind It)

I plan on making this one more like a comic book panel.

The Process

Ok, I know everyone puts their thought process online, but I haven't done it from start to finish in excruciating detail yet. Like all rights of passage, I am diving in head first hoping to miss all the broken bottles at the bottom of this mirky pit.

Stage 1: The Flash
I got the idea for this piece while taking a shower. Most of my ideas come in the shower. I needed to pee real bad, but held out until afterwards. I know some people pee in the shower, but I wanted to keep it clean for a while. Cleaning the shower is not one of my favorite chores.

So as always my mind wanders to other things and before I knew it, I was making a connection between peeing in the shower and the human condition. I won't spoil the mental road trip this connection takes the viewer on, just suffice it to say that it ends up with another one of my cynical views of the world.

Stage 2: The Sketch
Here is the initial thumbnail sketch of the idea.

Stage 3: The Resources
I didn't have to look too far to find pee. It is everywhere, everyday. But I did needed some feet in the shower. So I enlisted a model (+18) and set to photographing. Note: no pee was harmed in the making of this painting.

I also thought it would be keen to put Mr. Walking Asshole in the shot, kind of an homage to Robert William's rendition to Coochy Cooty that shows up sometimes in his paintings.

With my resources in hand, I set to work in Photoshop. I painted in some pee, shadows and dropped in Mr. Walking Asshole. And yes I know the shadows don't match up with him and the model, but hey, this is a surreal-type painting about the world. When was the last time anything in the real world matched up?

Stage 4: The Rough
Once I got everything in, the feet, the pee and Mr. Walking Asshole, I printed it out. I made two prints: one for the color reference and one smaller black and white version to do some outlining on. The darker lines make it easier to project it onto the canvas.

Stage 5: The Transfer
Well, I am just reaching this stage. I am still debating about how large to make this one. I will make sure not to make the mistake of a free-hand transfer again. Check back to see more updates.

Ok, I'm back. I decided to put this on a 24" x 20" canvas. I transfered the drawing by projector and set to blocking in some color.

Stage 6: The Real Work
It has been a while since I put in any work on this one, but I have got a few more things done on it.

Urine for a Ride

Ok, I have done a little research on piss in art. It is not all that uncommon. From Duchamp’s Fountain to Andres Serrano’s Piss Christ, urine and its many accoutrements have found their way into art through out the ages. Many more examples abound of urine’s influence in art and the daily struggle we call life. So why not explore them more here.

Urine, piss, pizzle, water, pee…all names for a thought harmless liquid byproduct of life. Piss is life and you have been subjected to it since before birth. A percentage of the amniotic fluid in the womb is comprised of your own urine. Piss is the first thing you work to get control of in the formidable months of potty training. You’ve undoubtedly swam many carefree laps in it at the public pool. Your youth was awash with piss and yet you somehow turned out Ok. But what is piss really?

Urine is comprised of excess water and waste from cellular activity and is considered sterile until it hits your genitals. Only then does it pick up any funky bacteria as it makes its exit. If it does have any funk in it before it exits, then you need to see a doctor quick. But other than the textbook definition of piss, it has become more and sometimes less in our modern society. It has become a valid excuse to speed on the way home. It has also become a valid reason to hand out tickets and jail time for public indecency. It is our constant companion during road trips, family vacations and all night bar safaris. It becomes the bane of a pregnant woman’s existence for nine months, and old people reminisce about the days when they could sleep through the night without having to worry about it. It is our friend during small grass fires and snow writing contests. It is our enemy during long-winded movies and airline flights. It is with us from the second we wake up until the time we go to bed. But even more than that, it has become a mechanism of social consciousness.

Feminists have used standing up to piss as an ultimate example of empowerment and equality, where old men are grateful to be able to sit on the toilet to relieve the pressure on their prostates to get the flow going. Piss has been an excluder and an equalizer in its existence. It has been regarded with little thought as a hiker would drop a piss on a tree with little care. It has been classified as a weapon as if one was to throw a bucket of it on a public figure. It has been demonized as sacrilege as if a crucifix is photographed in it. And it has been hailed as a lifesaver as if lost on the ocean with no potable water. It disgusts and reviles us, and yet we build shrines to it in our very homes and businesses. We even, in all our infinite resourcefulness, have cleaned and reprocessed it for drinking in our public water systems. And with all these examples enough is not said about piss. So with my considerable talent, I will go forth and paint praises and vilifications of our constant companion piss. I will put it in odd situations and make it a star. I will show its sweet side and its dirty side. I will give piss back its power. I will make piss a demigod. (egomaniacal laugh ensues) No, not really. I will paint piss until it bores me and then move onto something new. But won’t it be fun until then?

Marker Stuff

Stuff done in my marker sketchbook.

Walking Asshole

Devil's Butthole and Bleached Butthole

 

 

The Vagine

Old Digital Stuff

Here is an old digital painting done in Photoshop. All representations and referenced photos are from adult models 18 years old +.

 

Here is the original.

What I Did on My Summer Vacation

Nothing. Well, not exactly nothing. I rediscovered my pen and ink supplies yesterday and set to drawing nothing. Nothing turned into this. I don't think I was beat enough as a child.

Plethora of Sexy Goodness

Stuff is kinda hard to make out sometimes, but be assured there is a plethora of sexy goodness covering the entire page...except for the stingray. I have no idea where that came from.

The color version is what happens when I am left alone too long with my bag of crayons (markers & color pencils).

The Question Unanswered

Question:
Will man (the human race, that is) be judged by its loftiest accomplishments or by its lowest common denominator?

Now, I know that this screams religion, but no. Of that I take no part. But if humans were to stand back and take an objective view of ourselves, would we be able to truthfully hoist the banner high or would we trudge away with our heads hung low to take another stab at it?

I have been reveling in the lowest common denominator for a while, well just short of bottom. I can't convince myself to scrape the bottom of the barrel. Way too icky. But creating art that explores buttholes and things carefully lodged in buttholes, ass-smoothies, porn, food, sex, etc...the baser needs and desires of humans, has given me an clear perspective. I think we will be judged not by how we conduct our affairs out in the open, not by our collective superlative morals that are never attained or by our technological or social accomplishments, but by our seediest, lowest acts that we conduct with window shades drawn and mouths hushed. Things that you wouldn't dare mention to your respective priests for fear that the shock would send him/her into an instant coronary will ultimately define us. Those off-handed thoughts that sneak their way into your brain as you're standing in line at the grocery store, the ones that make it past your moral filter, the ones you entertain for a split second then shake off as morally reprehensible, are they the measure of a man? Do those thoughts make up a component of what you really are? Or are they, as the religiously fervent may proclaim, the work of the devil, constantly testing your moral metal, poking and prodding you to take a second look at that Cosmo on the magazine rack and fantasize about sticky fumblings with that hot redhead splayed out on a booth table at Denny's, or to maybe give that blue-haired granny who's crowding the cookie aisle with her too-slow shuffle a good ram with your shopping cart and get in a few well placed kicks when she's down?

Decifering the human character has been a hobby of mine for a while, but I think as I get older, I get more cynical about the human condition. And why shouldn't I be cynical? Look at all the news stories out there of politicians happily fornicating on the web, people abusing animals, the constant push and shove of wills to control a piece of land. We are capable of so much more, but I am often saddened by how little we have excelled. Or maybe, I am saddened by how little I have excelled. Each day I scrape away at a dead end job and wallow in my mediocrity. Maybe this isn't a question of a group excelling, but of each individual exceeding expectations and rising to the top. Who am I kidding, right? In 50 years, no one will even know our names. You and I will be another slab of marble lining a cemetery row in some forgotten town. A name on a headstone. So maybe that is why we as a human race revels so much in our baser desires? What's to aspire to when you end up a faceless name on a polished rock?

Walking Asshole

I never really get anything done on Sunday. I'm always trying to regain my composure after enduring the litany of mental assaults from the previous week. Monday is my now go-to day to get art done. I got up this morning and started in on assholes. Walking assholes, flying assholes, assholes galore. Here is a sample of the assholes I played with today...excuse the pun.

"Mr. Walking Asshole", 4.5"h x 3" w, Sculptey

Assholes Galore

Sketchbook Stuff

More sketches from work. I keep a couple of sketchbooks going at all times in different places. I never know when the spirit will hit me.

"Shooting Yourself In The Nuts"

Just Stuff

Forever Known As...

the "Asshole Guy." Yes, The Asshole Guy. I do paint assholes. I can't help it. They are so useful as a story element. They work for describing the world and the things in it on so many levels.

How did I get stuck on assholes you might ask? Funny story. I am one. I have one, and the one I have is broken. So for the last two years I have had a case of the ass that has plagued my every waking thought. What better way than to turn that angst and frustration into something positive than to paint assholes. Don't worry, none of the assholes portrayed in my work belong to me. They are an amalgamation of many different adult references. Thank goodness for the internet. How awkward would it be for me to be going up to people on the street asking to paint their assholes, right?

Who would want to partake of this art you might also ask? As I have stated before, I am the audience. Everyone else is just along for the ride. But don't underestimate the drawing power of a well rendered asshole. Just like any other rendering of the human form, the asshole has an innate beauty all its own.

Could I go the rest of my life known for painting assholes? I don't think I will be stuck on assholes as a subject for the rest of my painting life. They will eventually run their course. But until then, I will explore their utility for reflecting my cynical view of the world ad nauseum. So buckle up and bring a donut pillow. It is going to be a long, strange, bumpy ride!

Strawberry Butt Plug

UPDATE 01/24/12 - I am thoroughly amazed at how much web traffic this nothing of an idea had garnered from people. It is constantly at the top of my stat list.

Yep, another depraved idea from the mind of Foaming Kitty. As I've mentioned before, I detest mixing food and sex, so what better way to work through my aversions but by exploring my disgust through art. And as everyone in the art world is trying to define their unique view, what better way for me to define myself by putting my humor and distaste upon canvas.

 

If only the people at work knew what I am doing behind the counter as I wait for something to do. 

Update 06/20/11

Yep, I have started putting paint to canvas to bring this little jewel to life. 

If Only I Could Keep Up

Too many ideas, too little time. Well, I made it through the family/graduation party last weekend, but I contracted a head and chest cold for my efforts. Currently, I am downing ibuprofen and snorting nasal spray like they are going out of style. I can feel my ribs cracking with every cough. I spent my down time this week at work adding more things to my sketchbook. My new epiphany is to do a series with our friend the Cheeto placed in some special, sordid places. If you haven't noticed, there is the food-sex theme running through my work. I think it is because I find food and sex mixed together such a turn off. I like to explore my disgust.

Anyway, I thought about doing some of these new paintings in a traditional portrait style: dark background, subject highlighted. I also thought that it would be a good idea to do these paintings in oil. (What was I thinking, right? I haven't worked in oils since '96.) So I picked up some oil paints at my local college bookstore and set to doing a study. I wanted to get the feel of them again and work out any bugs before committing to a large scale painting. Here is the study about 30% done. I am doing a lot of referencing of Shawn Barber's technique for this one. I am impressed with his handling of skin tones and tattoos.

WIP-1, 12" x 16", Oil

WIP-2

WIP-3

WIP-4

 

I've got a plant, animal, boob idea going here. They all relate back to fertility, but again I'm not taking this one too seriously. It is mostly a study, but who knows it may come out OK in the end.

I wish I could keep up with all the demands my mind puts on me. Fighting fatigue, illness and the general malaise that comes from dealing with the drudgery of work is taking its toll. 

P.S.

I usually don't make a new blog entry for each update on paintings I am working on. I just go in and add new photos for that entry. Check the old posts for updated pics. 

Who Loves Procrastination More Than I?

I am supposed to be cleaning the house for family showing up next weekend, but instead I've been screwing around making bullshit posters in Illustrator.

I even almost picked up a brush and went back to work on "Asshole Pizza"...almost. 

One More Weekend Blown

Here is how I spent my weekend (my weekends run Sunday - Monday). First, I drew this sketch after being pissed off that the kids kept bringing people over when I'm sitting around the house in my underwear.

 

Then I got up Monday morning and scanned it into the computer, dropped it into Illustrator and went to town. Color studies are fun. 

Just a note: The tits are referrenced from an actual pic, so no comments about unrealistic tits.

What I Do To Waste a Day Off

I got up this morning and mixed up a drink. I'm sure there is a name for it, but I don't know what it is.

   2 oz. Chambord
   1.5 oz. Triple Sec
   3 oz. Pineapple Juice (not canned)
   4 oz. 7Up

Then I had the idea to do a series of paintings referencing drink ingredients. I did a quick sketch.

 

After a three hour nap to sleep off the alcohol, I did a color work up in Illustrator to kill off the rest of the evening. 

Remember this is just rough stuff and not even close to the finished product. I always get more ideas on how to rework this stuff after I look at it for a while. 

After printing it out, I reworked it with Sharpies and paint pens. ^^^

Then after a long night of tossing and turning, I came in Monday morning and did the reworks in Illustrator. ^^^

"What's On My Mind"

At last, I get bored some more and take it into Photoshop and airbrush some highlights. ^^^ Who knows if this will ever make it to canvas? 

Die Antwoord

I love this group. The chick is weirdly hot. This video always cracks me up.

Back in the Game

I am back in the game after a lengthy illness. I am not ready to return to the tedium of realism just yet, though. So, to get the feel of a brush on canvas back in my hands, I am doing this quick painting. Reference stock photo here. I freehanded the transfer to the canvas. That is why it doesn't look much like the sketch. I usually transfer the sketch with a projector. Kinda wish I would have stuck to my process here. But all in all, it came out OK. I am mostly using this one to test a new acrylic varnish.

Sketch

Step 1 WIP

Step 2

Step 3

Done! - 12" x 16" Acrylic on Canvas

P.S.
I learned that the directions on the bottle are crap. Two thick applications of varnish are just as good as ten thinned applications.

Pee Time

Just messing around with a sketch book idea.