Don't Call it a Comeback

As Lori helpfully pointed out, it's been a while since I posted anything. I was going to try to justify it by saying how busy I've been, but there's really no excuse for not posting anything since SEPTEMBER. So let's backtrack by starting with what I just finished two days ago.

Here's what he looked like when I found him at the junk store:



And here's what I did to him:



Here's a close up of his face:


I found this great can of spray primer in my garage and used it liberally after some light sanding. Then I painted him with regular old acrylic paint and two coats of poly. Also I rammed some nails into his neck for "realism." Beauty is pain, little man.

I don't think I've posted this painting yet. It started off like this:


It ended up like this:

This is a small painting, only 9 1/2 x 7 1/2 inches, so I don't know if you can tell, but that poor man hung himself from the tree. I tried to talk him out of it.

I'm tearing up my Flickr account looking for photos of the bread box I gave Zeppo for Xmas. I'm very distressed to find that I DON'T SEEM TO HAVE ANY. Sweet shit, I cannot be trusted to do ANYTHING. I'm going to look for photos at home, which I probably do not have, and then I will demand that she give it back temporarily so I can shoot it. In the meantime, here's a photo of the baby head I have mounted on one of my cymbals:

You will of course recognize Damien from his distinctive "666" birthmark.

I'll be back later when I've rounded up more photos. If that's okay with Lori.