Stephan Kramp Campaign Piece

This is a piece I just did for Stephan kramp. He's running for Deputy Mayor in Midland this year. Its a post-card that will be sent out with the mail delivery to homes across the region. 9000 to be exact, Stephan said. He's a very cool guy with an excellent disposition. It was a pleasure working with him. Stephan's very patient and kind, and that worked out well when dealing with a temperamental Artist, who occasionally breaths fire ~ me ( ha ha !!! ) Stephan's balanced ideas and practical approach made this a very fun and enjoyable job.  From start to finish. It was great. And I don't know if I've ever seen a client so happy with the finished product when they received it. It was total fun. Thanks man -

Whips & Cobras ~ JIM

Timmy

Things were going fine until Timmy ate some of that weird candy he found on the bus this morning. Fine. Then something started to happen. His skin became textured with boils and hives, pain bloomed like fizzing pop inside his flesh. Shimmering lines of pressure snapped in his periphery. Pulse lumbering, breath feeling inverted, black paint flowing through his veins. His hands shaking he lurched forward, the world an obscenity of color and sound, pressing - leaning in on him. He bolted for the washroom.

When he came out they were waiting.

A bunch of the guys, he thought they were his friends - until Chip brought the Axe handle down across his neck. But that was awhile ago now. He's been running for a good forty minutes - the pressure in his skull drawing little attention, compared to the knife wounds and broken glass in his back.  " The dogs, oh man, the dogs - the barking - THEIR BRINGING THE DOGS . . .  Whats wrong with those guys . . . . . . don't they know it's me . . . . . . . .  TIMMY  ???? "

You're Mine

It's Autumn ...  ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... harvest. A time for sweaters and baked goods. Long walks and holding hands. Tasty snacks, changing sky's and killers lurking behind every god damned stalk of corn in the county.
What can I say  . . . I LOVE FALL !!!

The Chopper ~ 'Ol' Choppy'

When the going gets weird - the weird start  CHOPPING . . . . . . this was a mantra I was raised with. And in keeping with that and embracing my heritage ( German ) I thought I'd get down to business. Because, as you well know - we all have 'those days' when the best tool to solve those 'problems' and clear those 'obstacles' would be the flash of metal and a soft red ringing. Ah, but that's so like 'Ol' Choppy' now, isn't it ?
This is a quick digital sketch I did ( self portrait ) to just play around with color and composition. I wasn't that keen on it, but it was with my girlfriends encouragement that I decided to post it. She thought it cool, so - hey - here's to you Nicole - your  COOL  !!! Love : Ol' Choppy - xoxo

Teen Fly

We've all been there. Pimply, nervous and young. Standing in the shadows, writhing in our own skins. Not knowing why you went to the school dance, but showed up anyway. Maybe it's just mating desires and a strong drive for rotting organic materials that incited you - who knows ?  And Teen Fly is no exception. Witness our friend adrift in the post maggot / adolescent arena - desperately searching for connection. Awash in sheets of sound. Synthesizers and drum machines woven through the cheap perfume. Head buzzing. Lights flashing in his compound eyes. Ready for anything . . . . kinda -