Saturday, July 26, 2008


Crushed Can Art.
I take soda or beer can, crush it flat, then paint with acrylic paints. No pasting of pictures on the can, all handpainted.
More here.

Friday, June 13, 2008


Her coffee got cold just waiting for the punchline to the joke.
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Created with acrylic paints on stretched canvas. 60 x 80 cm.

Friday, June 06, 2008


She had forgotten which of the boxes was most dangerous of all...
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Created in Adobe Illustrator, then tweaked using Photoshop.

Saturday, May 31, 2008


"Run, Baby Bear, Run!"
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Created with thick acrylic paints on a 60 x 60 cm stretched canvas.

Friday, May 23, 2008


It´s a bear economic market....lots to worry about.
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Created using Adobe Illustrator and added some colors in Photoshop.
Charles Kaufman

Friday, May 16, 2008


Standing in a wide, open field.
You can see a larger view and close-up detail by clicking here.

Acrylic paints on stretched canvas.
31.5 x 39.6 inches / 80 x 100 cm

Friday, March 07, 2008


Mother Hen took her egg for a daily walk in the garden.

Created in Adobe Illustrator shading added in Photoshop.

Friday, February 15, 2008


The professor had a theory that every time he was drawn in an illustration he had arms that looked like rubber and eyeglasses that defied the laws of gravity.

Created with Adobe Illustrator.

Saturday, February 02, 2008


Woman under a blanket.

This was created using Adobe Illustrator.
She has some really spikey hair!

Friday, January 18, 2008


"High above the endless plains of western Kansas a transcontinental plane flew to a far away, adventure-filled destination while the woman below wondered if she would ever lead an exotic, exciting, colorful life or was it plain to see that she would remain the Plain Jane that she was."

Friday, January 11, 2008


"She knew the killer was in town, frightening the wits out of all the locals with his series of mysterious, gruesome murders.

The murderer´s weapon of choice was unusual: a very large, rusty needle and a spool of dirty thread.
He would his sew his victims to death.
If they didn´t die from the unusual needlework he quickly performed on their bodies, the hideous diseases they picked up from the unsanitary needle and thread did them in.

As she lay in bed waiting for daylight to come, her bedroom door slowly creaked open.
She looked up in terror and called out the needle & thread killer´s nickname...."


More illustrations here.