The Minotaur and the Dribbly Storm

Here's one of the paintings I finished in March. (Click to enlarge as always)

It's an oil painting including the Minotaur that I started maybe nearly three years ago. It actually feels good completing 'old' paintings and makes all this feel like an ongoing process rather than a series of frivolous mistakes.

Moo. Mooooooo!

It's all about the cowfolk. One has to think of the cattlekind when planning minotaurs.

Actually this is me saying 'moo'. And a man cow facing the other way.









My face has some peculiar angles from underneath.









This messy minotaur has borrowed Ric Flair's trunks. He is wrestling with a flower.









My thought process seems to involve a whole lotta scribblin' these days.





Self with unsettlingly large infant forehead and crazy person eyes (plus gentle innocent cattle person):




These two cows live two gardens away from our house. They are my neighbours. They know me and Bob. They can see me when I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth. they say 'moo!' at me. The black and white one seems kind of agitated lately. The brown one has a deeper more melifluous moo. But she is a lady not a man cow.

Notsupercocky Thunderbullocks Ho!!

I've been trying to puzzle me out some minotaur shenanegizing.

Not feeling super cocky today, but it's nice to do a blog.

I found a cracked celtic man I liked I think I might incorporate his cracks





Also painted this banisters woman. She's a bit wimpy compared to the others. I'm working on a more robust sister.





To get a grip on minotaurs, one first has to deal with cattle and menboys









And then what happened was it was my birthday and I stopped hitting myself with sticks and allowed myself one drawing of pure demented wrestlehomo campjoy.

John Cena is Liono and Randy Orton is He Man.





I ought to have some minotaur paintings soon, since I have been commissioned to do one anyway.

There are still a lot of tussles and grapplings in figuring out how to paint right. It never gets easysmooth.

Drawing Equivalent of Salon Hair Clippings

I've done so many loosey McLoose explorational sketches lately that I've accumulated enough oddities for a 'miscellaneous' post, which is what this is.

Here's a man slapping a duck upside its duck head:





And more cemetery reverspective confusions:












Here's a sketch of me in pants. I suppose you could call this self-portraiture of a rather low-key sort. Oh hang on, if you're American, they're not pants. Let's just call them knickers.





The bunnies and minotaurs never quite made it past the bumpy phase of their relationship. Perhaps I ought to take them to couples counselling.





Here's a sort of Mary Mary (Quite Contrary) scenario.... How does my garden grow? Kinda scribbliliy, With Rex Hackelberg beast studies and Randy Orton smugfabulous heads looming out of the bosom of the earth like smug expansively cheekboned cabbages.





This was a little cameo that might still become a painting. I posted it to my old friend Tom on myspace (not MySpace Tom)...





And Tom interpreted it for me (if you click this one, you'll find his space with his music on):





Then there was the time I got fed up with drawing Edge the wrestler and his preying mantis eyes and henceforth decided to put some effort into turning him into a cat. But then what happened was at a certain point I ended up with an entity that was neither Edge nor Cat, but some frightful abomination of a kind no one needs to see.





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