Ok, I have absolutely no idea why I felt the need to write “Blood Freak” above the Blood Freak, but I did. Probably so I didn’t get him confused with any other turkey-headed psycho killer that was poorly drawn on a styrofoam cup.
Ok, I have absolutely no idea why I felt the need to write “Blood Freak” above the Blood Freak, but I did. Probably so I didn’t get him confused with any other turkey-headed psycho killer that was poorly drawn on a styrofoam cup.
Ah, it has been a while, but I have returned to my preferred medium: ballpoint pen on styrofoam. This series is a wonderful representation of the artist’s inner soul: A reanimated monster in a tuxedo trying to save the world that so fears him. Yes, dear readers, that is me in a nutshell. Behold!
What we have here is Frankenstein’s Monster with a Martini (the secret agent’s drink of choice)
Frankenstein’s Monster with a Gun.
Frankenstein’s Monster with his Flashy Car…which you can only see the very top of because I wanted to focus more on the conflicting emotions in the monster’s face than on the car. And also because I started drawing this picture too low on the cup to include the rest of the car.