A search through our various stashes, piles, and catacombs reveals many timeworn tokens of our artistic pasts. Some are pretty good, some are agonizingly bad, and some are just plain freaky! Still, we can't help but find amusement in their exhumation.
This blurry image is a photo taken of a painting I did about 5 or 6 years ago when Art Fiend and I were at Tech school together for animation. This came out of our color theory class. I am a consummate Alice freak so it was only natural that I paint a slightly dark and crazy version of Alice in Wonderland with all the required color theory rules involved. This was painted with acrylics on a sheet of cold-press watercolor paper.-Lyzard
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Well, this isn’t an unearthing of an old project, but it’s something of a piece of art anyway. It’s an old photograph of one of my childhood lovies, named Amy Baby, who went a bit punk after being toted around by the hair for hours at a time.This particular doll had a couple of special talents: her eyes would open when you sat her up accompanied by a cry of “mama” from some audio device built into her body. My memories of her are both fond and eerie, as near the end her cries became slower and more mewling – less human sounding. It happened more than once to be awakened by the noise and finding her on her back on the floor across the room with her eyes wide open. - shudder -
Happy Halloween, belated though it is.
-Art Fiend
