It Begins

Visit my new website at www.morbidtoybox.com to read the continuation to my original #sciencefiction #horror #bassysbasilica

Moving to new website

I will begin transferring all of my original art and story content to my new personal blog and web page at Morbidtoybox.com
My new blog series ParaVice will also be going there as well and I still plan to publish chapters later in October. See you there!

www.morbidtoybox.com

Super Caricatures

Had this awesome Father and Daughter who wanted to be #WonderWoman and #Deadpool combining the #dccomics and #marvelcomics Universe. This is what I came up with... #caricatures #art

Our booth at last year’s Scare-a-con

Some Caricatures from 2019

ParaVice delayed.

I’ve been a little too busy with work and had next to no time to work on this project are the artwork I had planned to share with each chapter. So I have no choice but to delay this project. Luckily I have no real deadline. I want to make the story as fun as possible, but I’ll need more time than I thought to do that. I’ll post more info as the project develops. My plan is to isolate myself and work on this all winter. Lots of artwork will accompany the final. If I lose you on this, I’m sorry. But art and artists is a capricious thing. I’d rather delay it than to throw it out on display half baked. 

No where else to run but to the canvas

The day we live in now is darker than ever before.

Our climate is the hottest it has been since before written history was ever invented. Out nations are ruled by narcissistic tyrants who are afraid of everything that exists outside of their self-absorbed bubbles. Mental illness is left untreated to reek havoc, because insurance carriers can’t figure out how to tax such a volatile issue to their benifit. Drug use is rampant, wiping out thousands in a heart beat, and destroying families, communities, even entire cities. Homeless populations are climbing, housing is declining. Desperate, vulnerable children are manipulated by evil, powerful forces and taken advantage of, sometimes made into slaves. We are at brink of war on all sides, even with ourselves. There is nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide but to the canvas. Now is the time for an artisans’ renaissance. We need to stop exploding on each other and throw that energy into art. We need to create, we need to vent, we need to express ourselves. Whether it be through writing, music, painting, drawing, or poetry it’s time to pick ourselves up and start a revolution of creativity. Get out the poison, get out the dark, or make a remedy of compassion, and love. Art is how we mend these broken wings and fly again. Whether it is only to vent, or to promote optimism, we have to do it. The canvas is only empty and forlorn before a great calamity of pent up energy and emotion erupts onto it. The canvas is our new frontier, our great escape, our sanctuary, our refuge, our unchartered waters, our unwritten future... our fertile earth waiting to be seeded by imagination. Go there and be rescued. Take a vacation from the fallout of a savage era and rebuild, and dream, and be free again. The canvas longs for your artful hand. We can find peace there. Or at the least we can find a punching bag there to get out the rage.  Whatever medicine you need, the canvas will provide. Keep arting! And be healthy. Share, and reshape the world.