...on Mars.

"No crackers, Gromit! We've forgotten the crackers!"

2011-11-01T17:53:00.000-07:00

Clint

2011-09-26T17:20:00.000-07:00

What's an orphaned archer... on Mars?

The pigs... they all fall eventually.

Ganesh in Space.

2011-09-18T20:17:00.000-07:00

Pietro

2011-08-28T20:29:00.000-07:00

What's a fast and furious ex mutant terrorist... on Mars?

Ursa Major in Space

2011-08-26T13:59:00.001-07:00

Janet

2011-08-22T17:03:00.000-07:00

What floats with the help of Pym particles... on Mars?

Sentinels on Saturn.

2011-08-14T14:34:00.000-07:00

Destroy all mutants... Des... Des... Destroy...

Bruce

2011-08-06T21:33:00.000-07:00

What's a gamma radiated doctor with anger issues... on Mars?

Tempo

2011-07-24T15:12:00.000-07:00

Every time she stops time, she dies a little bit.

Ancient Astronauts on Saturn.

2011-07-09T12:10:00.000-07:00

Wizards of Wall Street.

2011-07-06T15:21:00.000-07:00

My lung capacity is low on Mars.

2011-01-01T14:17:00.000-08:00

Invasion III

2010-09-17T16:56:00.000-07:00

MKULTRA will subjugate brainwaves of earthlings... on Mars.

Invasion II

2010-09-17T16:48:00.000-07:00

Your twin Babels will fall... on Mars.

Wonder Woman 3000

2010-09-16T12:42:00.000-07:00

Romance... on Mars.

2010-08-28T10:59:00.001-07:00

Invasion.

2010-08-25T11:26:00.000-07:00

Listen you brutes of Earth and Sea.

Prepare for harvest.

Beyond the pulsing Dog Star,

we come bearing gifts in accursed chariots

propelled by calamari hatched from octopod membranes.

Amid the Vector tapestry we crunch numbers and conspire.

We are Skrull Civilization of mass expansion and Starro is our Master.

You will know of our presence by three signs.

First, you will absorb the sacred geometry of pyramids and megaliths.

You will assemble secret Castles from Coral kingdoms.

We will mutilate your cattle with surgical abandon.

For this, you will be baffled and curious.

Last, you will consume apples of all kinds

and submit your pledge to Moloch’s fruit.

These are the signs of Disclosure.

Mysteries will invade the canopy of Pi,

and, like ants, crawl upon fragile societies.

And from blood and wreckage the Age of Aquarius will emerge,

echoing the long lost thunders of returning Vimanas.

"Meanwhile on Saturn..."

2010-08-24T20:57:00.000-07:00

They risk their lives exploring space beyond space. They've unlocked the secret alchemy of Kirby particles. Yet, Nth metal is beyond their grasp. Their blow holes pierce the membrane world to breathe in His Dark Materials. They seek the closure of space-time. And we can only speak to them in dream-time.

Cetacean. Kosmos. Brahman. Ad infinitum.

I am the son of Doom.

2010-07-08T09:31:00.000-07:00

Sam

2010-06-06T18:08:00.000-07:00

What's a bird of prey... on Mars?

I know it's been a while.

Still on hermit mode.

Flava powered.

2010-06-06T18:04:00.000-07:00

...It's the Flava
It's the Flava
It's the Flaaa-va...

Victor

2010-06-06T17:59:00.000-07:00

What's a Synthezoid... on Mars?

"Meanwhile, on Saturn..."

2010-06-06T17:54:00.000-07:00

Headshot!

Tony

2009-03-25T21:43:00.000-07:00

What's an armored pacemaker... on Mars?

Hank

2009-03-25T21:40:00.000-07:00

What's pituitary gigantism... on Mars?

Steve

2009-03-13T00:52:00.002-07:00

What's a thawed anachronism... on Mars?

Wanda

2009-03-13T00:50:00.000-07:00

What's a crazy witch... on Mars?

Roman

2009-03-10T01:15:00.000-07:00

What's an ananym... on Mars?

Brass Monkey...

2009-02-18T16:47:00.000-08:00

...up Uranus.

Hare extensions on Uranus.

2009-02-18T16:43:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2009-02-06T22:10:00.000-08:00

...sacrifices must be made.

Remember Solarbabies?

I know you do.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2008-09-25T23:42:00.000-07:00

Moloch...

2008-09-21T17:31:00.000-07:00

...goes for a stroll.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2008-09-16T18:08:00.000-07:00

We pull the strings to the future of our young yet to hatch, embed grayscaled aliens upon our heads, and let our opacity among the stars fade into masked pixels and channeled futures.

The Hadron collider is up. The hunt for the god particle begins...maybe.

Son of Space Ghost.

2008-03-07T20:02:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

The son of Space Ghost gleam secrets from spy satellites concerning Illuminati smoke signals.

To yearn... on Mars.

2008-03-07T00:30:00.000-08:00

These illos are for a family member.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2008-02-26T12:17:00.000-08:00

They are known as Wormhole monkeys
Astral navigators,
Superparticle highwaymen.
They are Angels with dirty faces,
Dancing Wu Li Masters,
Spacecore Whalers
Herding Event Horizons past Cosmic Countries,

Through the Gates Perilous
Through Science Fictitious...

Work in progress.

Asteroid Samples.

2008-02-01T08:32:00.000-08:00

The cat's body is clip art from photoshop.

Lazy ass.

I know.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2008-01-31T20:15:00.000-08:00

The vapors... hmmmm.

Jigsaw Falling Into Place by Radiohead
Sunshine by Sparklehorse
A Tender History in Rust by Do Make Say Think
The Orchids by Califone

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2008-01-29T01:14:00.000-08:00

This is clip art

vector

death by stereo...

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-12-11T18:30:00.000-08:00

It's been a while.

I have things on my mind.

Reincarnation.

2007-03-30T07:57:00.000-07:00

Even I don't know what to make of this.

Birdman... on Mars.

Iron Man 3000.

2007-03-28T02:58:00.000-07:00

Cash Money.

2007-03-24T15:52:00.000-07:00

Cash rules everthing around me. Cream get the money.

I had to throw some D's on dat bitch.

Thinking about doing a fourth book. Uranus, The Real Dirty South.

Fish Skulls.

2007-03-13T10:45:00.000-07:00

Herald to the Third Son of Galactopus.

2007-03-12T02:28:00.001-07:00

Work in progress.

Anatomy of a Black Hole.

2007-03-06T19:22:00.000-08:00

Work in progress. Intestines courtesy of Gray's Anatomy images (public domain).

Fractal Ping.

2007-02-26T01:22:00.000-08:00

Work in progress.

Es. Car. Go.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-02-25T04:07:00.000-08:00

Clear the scene,
Clear the scene,
Clear the scene,
Let the G's do they thang.

Possessed.

2007-02-25T03:50:00.000-08:00

Pieshish 2.

2007-02-13T14:37:00.000-08:00

Work in progress.

Sup' Qualo.
It's the Movement...
...on Mars.

Hello Pink Nasty.
BTK Blues...
...on Saturn.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-02-09T11:02:00.000-08:00

The Fifth Son of Galactopus sends his herald to grill the universe.
This is me jumping off a cliff.
For I am done.
And this is only the beginning.
Yezzir. Ye Ye Yezzir.

Work in progress. Click on the image to view the full pic.

Look out Neptunes, here comes Uranus.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-02-09T10:48:00.000-08:00

"The Lamentation of a Young Herald Towards the Second Son of Galactopus"

"Step aside young herald. I must appease my hunger. It is the will of the cosmos that I devour worlds blessed with abundant life. Do not forsake me for I was born with this nature. I'm no different from any other creature.

"I beg you, spare these worlds for they are innocent and young. The universe is vast and infinite. Give me more time and I will find you worlds that are less deserving of the terrible fate you are about to unleash upon the three before you."

Clip art... on Mars.

2007-01-28T12:37:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-01-23T12:35:00.000-08:00

My god, she's being surrounded by bug-eyed monobytes.

The universe is doomed!

"Dude, you could see the wires."

"What a gyp."

It's all about the cheap F/X on Saturn. The moon is made up of cheese after all.

The Ghost Sword of Mars.

2007-01-19T08:43:00.000-08:00

A work in progress.

Although most of my time is being spent on the Saturn book, I will always go back to Mars.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-01-17T07:42:00.000-08:00

Can you spot the Star Wars reference?

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-01-12T07:46:00.000-08:00

Where do dead links go?

Crazy things come up when you're delirious with the flu.

When you have those weird dreams, don't they make as much sense as SPAM? And speaking of SPAM, there's a strange, surrealist beauty to their nonsene, no?

Below is an example:

...There will never be the girl made that will not scorn you. never more shout the call of battle or wash their feet in the streams the sun had gone down, a little wisp of a new moon was following it I cannae tell, said I. I think not. If I was only sure.
all this shame loundered on my head? How could you dare it, David among soldier-men to their big dinners; and still I had the same here, and your father having word from it, and yon officer that stayed the same kind of high good nature. Indeed, he had an outside air of
sick of her and you. What kind of a damned trade is this to be a The biggest kind, Alan, said I, and I think Ill take it to my grave and set the mill to the turning. There was something of spring in the hours were gone he had raised a small loan of me; before thirty, he had
She shook her head at me with that same smile I could have struck her for me to breathe deep; it seemed there was not air enough about Leyden of the valley. But if you had only some of this language, you would The door was opened so quickly, even before I had the word out, that I
to be a little distant - My little friend, now you are mine wrong side this day. Not that I mean he was afraid, of course, I his wants: he made her drink first out of his glass, he surrounded her...

David Lynch could have written that.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2007-01-05T08:40:00.000-08:00

The Guitar Hero of the future breaks his cosmic strings while doing a cover of 'I Am Trying To Break Your Heart,' by Wilco.

And the Five-String Messiah wonders - would Ziggy Stardust dig Yankee Hotel Foxtrot on Mars?

"...disposable Dixie cup drinker,
I assassin down the avenue,
I'm hidin' out in the big city blinkin',
what was I thinkin' when I let go of you..."
-Wilco

Pubic.

2006-12-14T23:18:00.000-08:00

I'm so trill. Sorry, but the title cracks me up and that's what the white squiggly lines remind me of.

I was able to sneek this one into my insane work schedule. Hah! Score one for me, well not really since I'm still at my cube as I post this. And I can already feel a massive migraine coming on. And the room is starting to get heavy. And I have no idea why the theme song to Brazil is wedged in my brain.

A relative of mine asked where I find the time to do these shite drawings.
I sneek 'em in during lunchtime-Shhhhhhhhhhh.

By the way, I would never hurt a kitten.

Unless in self-defense...

...on Mars?

I'm feelin' scummy.

2006-11-21T19:14:00.000-08:00

Won't be drawing for a while. Been busy with work. I hate it when I don't get to do my own shit, puts my head in bad place, like pounding kittens with a tennis racket. But I'll be back with more crappy drawings to make your eyes bleed and your ass sing. At least Tom Waits is back with a box set of Orphans to keep me company. Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards, to be exact. Don't know who he is? You fucking sheep. Educate your ears for a change... on Mars.

Screenwipe.

2006-11-08T12:45:00.000-08:00

Particle Macabre.

2006-10-31T18:07:00.000-08:00

The Siren and the Bridge Troll.

2006-10-31T12:45:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-10-26T12:43:00.000-07:00

A self-portrait 17 lightyears away.

Nothing short of anarchy for damn dirty ape like me.
Like a space monkey shot into space, never to come back the same.
Coughing carbon deposits and dead pixels.
Covered in dark matter and limbo physics.
Lost in headspace.
Chaos Theory.
Loosing telemetry... Loosing telemetry... Loosing telemetry...
This is my malady... on Mars.

Sci-Fi Wasabi.

2006-10-25T08:15:00.000-07:00

"What's up b? wasabi
I'm searchin' the city for sci-fi wasabi
The start button has been pushed already
Obi-wan Kenobi is waiting for me..."
-Cibo Matto

For all the introverts and insomniacs and idiots out there, this round's on me. Keep fighting the good fight.

Blah-zay Blah-zay Blah!

2006-10-17T08:15:00.000-07:00

I'm a cunning linguist spouting Kirby particles... on Mars.

Still wanna fight?

A spoonful weighs a ton.

2006-10-16T18:31:00.000-07:00

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-10-14T21:54:00.000-07:00

I am also the son of Galactopus.

And I have chosen a fisherman for my herald.

For I love to eat fish.

Soundwaves.

2006-10-10T08:30:00.000-07:00

Abby of Queensland, I made the penguins fly... on Mars.

How's my least favorite cousin? Hah!

Sugar cakes and belly aches.

Work in Progress.

2006-10-08T22:20:00.000-07:00

War is Peace.
Freedom is Slavery.
Ignorance is Strength.

All hail the son of Starro the Conqueror.

This way to 1984.

Greetings to the people Downunder.
Take us to your leader.

The Milky Way Galaxy seen from a far.

2006-10-06T12:52:00.000-07:00

She came to rock the house.

2006-10-01T00:03:00.000-07:00

Work in progress. I'm still noodling with her amp.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-09-29T08:56:00.000-07:00

The son of Iron Man can not deactivate his shield
even amongst friends.
So they watch helplessly as he deteriorates,
the sounds of TV on the Radio engulfing him piece by piece by static piece...

and his friends wonder, should they dump what's left of him...

...on Mars.

Help.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-09-25T12:45:00.000-07:00

Ghost particles swarm about like maggots. Such is the nature of vectors, to eat the third dimension out of existence.
Game over man, game over...

This too will be in the game.

New CDs:
Mastodon - Blood Mountain
Tool - 10,000 Days
Yo La Tengo - I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass
The Thermals - The Body, The Blood, the Machine

Once again the Japanese blow my mind with Okami, for the PS2. A big fat middle finger to all that realistic bullshit. Could a game like this be made in the US? Doubt it.

More crap to shoot at.

2006-09-11T12:59:00.000-07:00

It's a sidescroller. Work in progress.

2006-09-10T00:33:00.000-07:00

"true original b-boy apostle, standing on the rooftop with a zulu gestapo"
-mos def of black star

Shoot the vectors off the possessed...
...on Mars.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-09-08T11:05:00.000-07:00

This is how you will disappearerererrr.
Death bit particles,
Don't die in game.
Peace out spacemonkey, peace out...

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-09-01T12:53:00.000-07:00

...Sarafina Flow is swarmed by vector piranhas, munching on pixels until nothing of the image is left. And she wonders as her monotone reality ebbs, did these bloody creatures arise from the seas of Mars. And can she eat them like sushi?

"...ask buttah how i zone, man cleopatra jones..."
-digable planets

Working on my own videogame to include in my next book. These are just some of the assets I'm developing. More laters.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-07-20T08:43:00.000-07:00

The son of Silvah Surfah navigates the spaceways on a woofer made of Nth metal. Freestyling for vegemite and spitting out analog dooms for his master, Big Daddy Galactapus.

...And he wonders how many whack mcees he'll have to massacre on Mars.

"Number Five is alive, Number Five is alive!"
-Johnny Five

Curse you D. Wilkins...

2006-06-15T10:24:00.000-07:00

Your shaolin is strong but my vodoo is stronger...

...on Mars.

A very manly sport...

2006-04-27T18:02:00.000-07:00

Please send your support and well-wishes to Alvin, who almost died playing Frisbee...

...on Mars.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-03-28T13:47:00.000-08:00

The eyepod jackers don their masks for full effect.
And recede into the white,
like my hair.

Red fish, Blue fish
One fish, Two fish
two fish
deathwish
to fish

Pie shish.

...And they wonder if there's life on Mars.

Work In Progress.

2006-03-28T13:46:00.000-08:00

Alone with your thoughts is never a good thing while mindgliding on poisonous Goombas. Marked fetters are left from minds that went before, lost in thought, never to return the same. Such is the nature of cosplay kicks and vision trips.

I'm jonesing for some pork ribs...

...on Mars.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-03-28T12:42:00.000-08:00

The child of Adam Strange spins vinyl UFO's for food or vegemite. Preferably vegemite. The loops attract zombie blackstars flashing grills made out of mercury in the whiteness of space, while the sound they make is like sucking of galactic spittle from astros humping wormholes.

Like hacking, only in reverse.
Like hacking, only in reverse.

Such is the growling mix of the universe.

...And she wonders if there's life on Mars.

Behold! Dyooood.

2006-03-26T18:05:00.000-08:00

The Anti-Life Equation
has been hacked by the one-eyed Mentat...
...of Mars.

“aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd...i'm going to telepathically kill you riiight..NOW!!!
you should be dead. asshole.”
-jome (email assassin)

And what costume shall the poor girl wear...

2006-01-30T21:32:00.000-08:00

...to all tomorrow's parties.
-Velvet Underground

"Finish my arms you lazy hack."

2006-01-29T17:28:00.000-08:00

All I wanted was a Pepsi.

2006-01-26T12:01:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

2006-01-13T18:08:00.000-08:00

...the vegemite scavengers are on the prowl.

...And it wonders if there's life on Mars.

A trip...

2006-01-12T00:01:00.000-08:00

...will blow your mind...

...on Mars.

This way to the Great Egress...

2006-01-10T18:09:00.000-08:00

of Mars.

"Break in the flower..."

2006-01-10T18:00:00.000-08:00

...on Mars.

Drew these in Alias Sketchbook Pro.

2005-12-31T12:21:00.000-08:00

1. She will be filed under Saturn.
2. A quick bird in profile.
3. The third child of Galactus.

Neo Khan: Stunkwave

2005-12-31T02:17:00.000-08:00

Iron lungs simmer with countless algorithms poised to rewrite form and function. Cough a bullet to synapse leaking chakra. These counter clockwise arms are versed in ghost alchemy and precise calculus. They storm with analogue feedback. Ears bleed. Mouths run dry. For all, I spit conspicuous consumption. Mars will be the foundation of my flesh totem. We are the Gods Of Plunder. We are Mass Extinction. Push Ctrl-Alt-Del for salvation.

Spam in a Khan like nobody can.

The Revolution will be TiVoed...

...on Mars.

Insectii Khan: Czarscream

2005-12-17T03:51:00.000-08:00

Tantric ills on patience. I toil restlessly, bound to bloated husks droning static oblivion. Thoughts of murder creep on a throne of stressed tendons. The walls crawl with beads of fever. My throat crackles like dried human skin. The Khans will know me as their once and future king.

"Turn off your minds, relax and float downstream. It is not dying, it is not dying..."

"Tomorrow Never Knows."

Starscream's voice died of a cocaine overdose.

Decepti Khan: Negatrom

2005-11-29T18:58:00.000-08:00

They are the strangest of creatures crowned with top-hats and worn overcoats, umbras of doom falling out their pockets. They leave tracks of vast charcoal and mark territory with the scent of pungent gunpowder. The drool from their muzzles glisten like diamonds falling on cobalt sands carving craters of glass. They flock in shapes of fleeting violence and thrill at the sight of carrion bleeding petrol. They speak in tongues, secret and callous. Their sigils, old as death and twice as bold, rest in hollow locks nestled in gilded ribcages. They conspire under steampunk monoliths, siege engines above, pumping the noise of free enterprise, flanked by an army of Strangelove automatons sired by Moloch. They ache for home, a far away world of grim iron orbiting a hollow shell uncharted by the science of learned men. They are Khan Men. They are legion. And they're gunning for the Kingdom of Mars.

ConQuest on a platter...

2005-11-17T18:15:00.000-08:00

...wear's a crown of spades on Mars.

And is currently being made in Claytools on Earth.

M.W.A.

2005-10-26T15:10:00.000-07:00

Martian with attitude.

Meanwhile on Saturn...

2005-09-18T07:12:00.000-07:00

"All Aussies will be spared when we take over your planet. We use vegemite to power our ships after all."

...And they wonder if there's life on Mars.