9 posts tagged screen prints
So dese new/old, AMAZING (that’s right, I can say that) screen prints are finally up for buying on $Z.99. If that’s what you’re into, please, head over there and hand the sweaty monster man at the window your hard earned cash. It’ll all be worthless when the zombies take over anyhow, right?
New JTHM: Floor Damage Screen print variant this week! Creepachu price drop! Individual Creepachus ( Individuachu?) for sale! Read all about it over at Mindspill. Bring your friends (your attractive ones only).
Creepachus print set is now for sale! Creeeeepa…chuuuuUUUuu.
These just showed up covered in a protective layer of gelatinous quality.
So maybe two months ago I was sitting around with J.R. Goldberg, doing the usual thing you do when passing the time with friends, probably picking lice from her hair, when we started joking around doing drawings of Pikachus that had the opposite effect of what those cute, mindless things usually have on people. This all came shortly after we were doing Google searches for “molester glasses” in the way we’ve all done, so the Pikachu drawings took on some of that grotesque, ‘keep these things away from your loved ones’ kinda vibe.
Well, as usually happens with me, I didn’t leave bad enough alone and we ended up doing a screen print set we are calling ‘CREEPACHU!’, and the results…the results are just very creepachu.
The Creepachus will be sold together in a set of two prints for all three of you out there who like this kind of thing. They were printed up with way too much love and care by the fine printing artisans at Mama’s Sauce. They’ll be available on $Z.99 this month and I’ll let you know when they’re ready for eatin’. Until then just think about how jealous your friends will be when they see these on your walls and scream with what you can maybe interpret as excitement.
My god… what have we created?
JR Goldberg’s latest print looks really fucking good, but it tastes terrible. I got to name this one. ”What should I call it?” she asked me, and I laughed and said “You should call it ‘Scoop Bros. AHHAHHAHHAH!” ”That’s good!” she replied, and I stopped laughing, realizing she took me seriously, and then…then I realized she was right.
It WAS good. I high fived myself and freeze framed in midair while she resumed signing her prints.
I’m still here, in midair, and her prints are still fucking cool.
Recently, I carved out some time to do a small edition of prints for my lovely friend Deanna Rooney’s Sweaty/Drippy artshow at Meltdown Comics (which happened this past Friday). And I gotta say, I am PRETTY STOKED on these. I had SO MUCH FUN printing up these sexy, melty bros. This is a tri-color (florescent pink, blue and yellow) whopper of a print, silkscreened with transparent inks on velvety, porous, ULTRA-THICK pieces of 16×16 inch letterpress paper. In the area’s where each color overlaps, they form new colors, giving it the appearance of additional purples, greens and oranges. These will be available for purchase online very soon! There are only 40, but if the edition has enough interest, I’m thinking about doing an alternate color version for funsies!
I hope you dig ‘em!
I guess the UPS guy got tired and figured delivering these to the old lady down the street was good enough, leading to several days of me wondering what the hell happened to my screen prints.
This morning, after getting a message back from the printer confirming that the prints were sent off and should have been delivered last week, I remembered what I recalled as being, at the time it happened, a bizarre confrontation with the old lady down the street.
I was hopping into my car with a friend when she comes up to me, shuffling over at me as fast as was physically possible for her (about the speed of the shadows moving across the ground as the sun makes its gentle arc across the sky). She was yelling something about deliveries and heavy and something about me and who knows what else. I was instantly afraid, and I looked to my friend for possible guidance, but he had already wet himself and entered the car, rocking back and forth, not making eye contact with me at all.
I slammed into the lady with my shoulder. Now, I’m not a big guy, and so I generally don’t think of any such actions on my part as being terribly threatening or dangerous, but when I made contact with that woman’s chest and shoulder, it…well…it was like running into a giant saltine cracker.
I didn’t have time to think about what I’d done, or if she really did taste like salt. I got in the car and drove off to wherever it was we were going so innocently before all elderly hell broke loose.
So this morning, that whole mess suddenly made sense, and I went to see if the old lady did indeed have my screen prints, which she DID! Her granddaughter handed them to me and asked if I had seen what happened to her grandma and grandma’s in the hospital and oh everyone’s so broken up about it and if they catch the monster who blah blah blah.
I thanked her and ran home to see just how the prints turned out and I gotta say, I’m pretty happy. I’ll let you all know when they’re ready for poichase.
A picture of the Killerbunny screen prints drying. I was impatient and ate one while it was still hot and burned my mouth and cut my tongue on a particularly jagged peanut.
This image was for a Mindspill post about said peanuts, and a few other little things, but I just thought the image was cool.
Reflective paper, maaaaan.
P.S. JR Goldberg did the screen printing work on these and just yelled at me for not saying so even though this isn’t the official post about the Killerbunny prints and I think she’s too sensitive but what can you do, she witnessed her parents getting eaten by sharks and that kind of thing messes you up pretty bad inside and I just wish she’d stop yelling already.