Other 3D Projects
Happy Easter!
Into the journey to embark into the dark.
Stare too long into the Abyss, Button Eyes stare back at you Makes my skin crawl, and I love it. http://dallasmuseumofart.org/MemberDonorCenter/AttendaDMAEvent/ArtBall/index.htm Media: Shadowbox (Mixed) SOLD |
Grigori
The Art's Model art model. Grigori has built a career off of modeling for some of the gallery-world's most prolific exhibits. After accidentally hitting his head on his kitchen cabinet, Grigori developed a rare mental disorder where all clothes around him are invisible. It makes things REALLY difficult since he lives in New York and he cannot see his own clothes. Or it would if he cared anymore.
Media: Fabric, Thread, Buttons, Pillow-Stuffing SOLD |
The Vampire Garlic™
Are your fangs not like how they used to be? Does that jugular vein feel like trying to knaw on concrete? Well Grindhouse and Watercolors has developed a remedy for you.
Introducing The Vampire Garlic™, the juicer all vampires need for their evening breakfast! Freshly sharpened juicing points, machine washable and an adorable smile that the kids will love. Simply place the recipient onto the juicing mechanism, then close the hatch. Mmmmh, fresh! The Vampire Garlic™ (found where all utensils and torture devices are sold). Media: Fabric, Thread, Buttons, Pillow-Stuffing |
The Miraculous Absurdist
The thing from beyond purpose. The Miraculous Absurdist, named "Sisyphus" by his friends, is the androgynous life-form from the "surreal" world - a plane of existence three doors down from the "real" world (the others being the "unreal" world and the "really" world). Sisy enjoys the simple things, including raping, pillaging and vegetarian cooking (as in cooking and eating vegetarians), or at least this is what people assume about Sisy. For instance, people assume Sisyphus is a "he." Poor Sissy...
Media: Fabric, thread, buttons, pillow-stuffing. |
Beelzebaby
On a night of the full moon, where scary things roam. In a land far-far away, when the night is dark. People gather around in their respect to the Fallen One. One such follower offers up the soul of her baby in sacrifice. Unfortunately, "he" finds the sacrifice of babies to be very vexing. To prove a point, when they chant the right spells and incantations, the Fallen One molds the child into a twisted... thing... in his image. He turns it into a giant fly. AND THEN... that's it. He's a fly now. Woopty fucking do. It'll probably die of old age within the month. It'll probably poop on your sandwich and steal your Butterfingers, and, you know... be a fly. BEELZEBABY! RATED X
Media: Fabric, thread, buttons, pillow-stuffing, paper, wire-hangers |
Phantom
God of Endings and tool of the Grand Beginning. Every deity, every nature spirit, demon and tooth fairy all descended from his creations, granting him the title of "All-Father of Pantheons". It is said that his skin was sewn into the shape it is now from the eternal darkness before the universe began. Said to be the pin cushion of the Creator himself, Phantom's duty was to create the various mechanics and areas of employment found within every nook and cranny of the cosmos. The pins in his right arm were used to pin sky and ocean, flame and pyre, fantasy and material together, the sewing needles on his left arm used to thread them into corporeal form, creating the first primordial gods. Ever since, he roams the cosmos, unknowable and unstoppable, bringing endings to the old so that new seeds could be sown. He carries scissors of unknowable origin, the bladed weapon capable of severing even the most endless of life from the promise of immortality. Because of this, his face has since become the very essence of death. Death; the great end.
Media: Buttons, thread, buttons, white-ink, thai-rice, brown-rice, sewing needles, sewing pins |
Crying Hand of Hamsa
Buried in the sea bed-like realm of The Deep sits the hand of the phantom beast Hamsa. A creature of many eyes and a prowler of enlightened souls, Hamsa was caught face to face with the Beast of Providence where they fought like wolves. Hamsa escaped into a higher level of the Collective Unconscious to lick its wounds where it dissipated into raw psychic being. All that is left is its hand, the eye on the palm crying at the absence of its owner and the pain of its shame, flooding the land with its tears and creating The Deep far within the Collective Unconscious.
Media: White Stoneware Clay, Glaze |
Beast of Providence
Complimentary Special Jar
An unnamed sycophant's inane flattery eventually causes the fall of an empire. Being to blame for its downfall, the former empire's monarch scrounges what was left of his clerics and sorcerers and condemned the sycophant into the form of a tiki jar. Anyone within eye-shot of the jar will then be compelled to compliment and suck-up to anyone that person deems superior in anyway, whether they want to or not. This curse is permanent and usually ends in tears... of blood!
Media: White Stoneware Clay, Glaze |
Molten Communion Bowl
Melded from gold, iron and adamantine using the primordial flame harvested from a dying star, the Molten Communion Bowl is able to embue great and mysterious power on those who drink from it. The price however is that those who drink from it will also be instilled with an unquenchable thirst for blood, rage against those around them burning through their very core. Their hearts begin to pump raw heat and boil the blood until the drinker becomes nothing but a walking, talking puddle of angry molten rock.
Media: White Stoneware Clay, Glaze SOLD |
Nozik
Roberto Nozik was once mayor of Dadallas and a proud mogul across the pharmaceutical company. Using his contacts, he used his inherited fortune to pull strings, break thumbs and off toadies until he gains sole ownership of a cheap, life-saving medical drug which he then ranked the prices too high for the middle class to properly afford. Using thread weaved by Clotho, the Stone God of Hard-Determinism punished him for his greed, enslaving him to the will and covenant of Fate and the many hard truths it offered. The illusion of free will was robbed from him, knowing every step he took and every decision he would ever make was decided for him long before he was even born.
Media: Fabric, Buttons, Pillow-Stuffing, Thread, Yarn, Wire, Dowls. |
Gravy Saucer of Doom
In the dawn of time, there was an ancient tablet that cursed those that read it with an unspeakable fate. Overtime, this tablet would mysteriously surface, destroying entire nations with its dark powers. As the times change, so did the tablet, appearing as scrolls, books and even the occasional CD.
One day, the evil tablet found a new owner, a discount-sorcerer, read from the tablet and was cursed with an insatiable hunger. No matter what he ate, his appetite neither calmed nor did it stop. He would eat till he'd burst and vomit it back out, with all sorts of foul creatures hatching from the vomit. Before he went mad from the gluttony, he tried to pass the curse onto something or someone else with his ancient arcane scripts. One day, having given up hope, ate and ate until he exploded. All that was left was his red, naked skeleton, visceral gore caking the wall and a mysterious bowl with a smiling face. This bowl then wound up in the possession of King Zerkes the Tenth, who would use this bowl as a saucer to hold gravy at a banquet. As he and his court ate from it, they would have the servants serve them more and more servings, their bellies distended and sagging, until they killed and ate the servants and each other. No one survived. Media: White Stoneware Clay, Glaze |
Glass Communion Bowl
A magical bowl of pure green and clay-colored obsidian with no discernible origin, those that drink from this bowl is granted the power of transmutation, allowing them to create constructs of pure glass from their bodies, from armor to weapons and so on.
Would be nice if it wasn't so irrevocably PAINFUL!!! Media: White Stoneware Clay, Glaze |
March of the Flying Rocks
You see, it's funny because rocks can't fly. Nor could they march, especially while they're flying. They suspend in the air not because the little shapes are made from hollow fabric and plastic, but because of magic. No, really. Magic.
Media: Fabric, plastic, thread, buttons, wire-hangers PURCHASED BY MOUNTAIN VIEW COLLEGE |
Pilgrims of Transcendentalism
The Pilgrims who make their pilgrimage in the name of their holy creed. They pack their world possessions as they drag their battered, abused and flogged bodies to no place in particular. Even as they die, that pay their fallen comrades no mind, as their adversities and masochisms will award them in the end, with nothing but their holy word to protect their naked, vulnerable bodies.
Media: Cardboard, tape, nails, needles, buttons, thread, paper, luggage, metal, spray paint |
Idol of the Furtive Murder God
One day, members of the Hawaiian Coast Guard became lost at sea and washed ashore to an unknown Polynesian island mysteriously devoid of life. Fish skeletons littered the shore, and standing high, looking down at the weary travelers with judgement and anger. Samples of the statue and the rest of the island were brought back and the contents were analyzed. The red pelt hammered into the idol belonged to a massive bear of indeterminate species, samples of the wishbone claimed to have human DNA (despite humans not having furculas) and the sand on the beach seemed to be made from ground human bones.
Media: Cardboard, chicken and turkey bones, buttons, nails, fabric, salt, acrylic paint, chopsticks |
It Came From the Bookshelf!
While helping my dad load and unload things from his garage out in Lavon, I came across an aged book in one of the boxes. I asked him to if I could keep it and I brought it home. When I opened the book, the aged paper flew out from the bindings and tore itself to shreds and reformed into a slinking thing, not unlike an octopus escaping its tank. Before the malignant daemon could escape out the back door, I took a pitcher of tea and threw it at the beast. Whatever it was, it seemed to be allergic to tea, as it froze instantly in its current shape.
Media: Cardboard, paper, tea, Crystal Light™ powder |
"Bouquet of Decay" or "Boudecay"
One day a druid visited my door. he came to warn me of an evil spirit that had become trapped in a book and that my dad was supposed to keep it locked away. I show him the spirit frozen in its state and he seemed grateful. To repay me for "slaying" the spirit, he took out a briefcase and magically stuffed a part of my back yard into it.
Media: Briefcase, cardboard, sugar, spray paint, plants, wasp nest, dirt, rubber cement |
Bootleg Shadow Government
In the early eighties, former Gestapo scientists helped the US government create the most compact and intelligent computer for the time. Unfortunately, the scientists secretly preprogrammed the computer's AI program to destroy everything - including America - as revenge for losing WWII. The CIA found out and pulled the plug before the world was destroyed. Over thirty years later, an amateur hacker found the hard-drive and jury rigged it back into a usable state using recycled, out of date electronic equipment.
Media: Wood, cardboard, electronic equipment, spray paint |
Cleese & Chapman
Ah, the cat and the mouse. Classic imagery of the nature of conflict. The snake and the mongoose, white hats and black hats, forks and spoons, national propaganda and the downward spiral of rational thought. When in doubt, primal rivalry always wins out, doesn't it?
(Collaborated with Lisa Ellen Lightfoot) Media: Cardboard, wood-filler, paper, wood, fishing thread, yarn, twine, acrylic paint, buttons, spoons, turkey bone, PURCHASED |
Depression
The crushing implosion made obvious.
Depression is obvious to those around you. You feel as though you are trapped in crystal or kept in the corner by a menagerie of sharp emotions. Guilt, anger, melancholy. Everyone can see it, there is no hiding it, and everybody feels compelled to help. But you've become comfortable in your miserable state, and all attempts from others to bring you out of your misery only hurts all the worse when you know that you are making them miserable too. Media: Suitcase, fabric, thread, rice, buttons, pins, knives, glass, spray-paint. |
Anxiety
The anarchistic explosion desperate for release.
Stress gives one headaches. Every moment crams in a near infinite number of micro-transactions, micro-transgressions, worries, activities and obligations. It shouts at you like an echo chamber, bouncing off the walls right back at you in an amplified state. It's exhausting just to think about it, and yet you still have the rest of your life to look forward to. Media: Suitcase, fabric, thread, rice, buttons, pins, acrylic paint, watercolor paint. |