Deep in the vast blackness of space, devoid of any point of light that may come quickly as a tiny pinhole from many distant stars, can the celestial traveler be seen. Only in utter blackness does it reveal itself. Like the fish of earth, Darting here and there at the bottom of the ocean, whom are only seen slightly with the help of bio luminescence. The traveler is made invisible when any light is near, and there is light coming from many billions of stars and galaxies.. It is nearly never, that it's form is seen by the unwieldy bubbling suns and gaseous giants that sit perfectly in their cold vast cradle of eternity. Ever traveling, wandering in a beautiful exploitative pattern that must only make sense to the hidden universe! A pattern that makes sense to a human mind NEVER! To be ever alone floating massively in the form of a wild chromatic Titan! BEAUTIFUL!! and strange in a form of unending color and pattern only to be seen with the impossibility of being near it in some black corner that the cosmos forgot. Totally black. And still. Alone and blasting the senses more impossibly violent than a million ascending Novas that would defy REASON ITSELF! the celestial traveler is a being that exists only in theory and we may never know what it may know and even now, my horribly primitive rendering of what it could look like, is only an embarrassingly limited human depiction. No better than a monkey playing with a stick in some mud, to what it very well may seem, if only we were able.... To understand THE CELESTIAL TRAVELER!
7 color silkscreen by monolith press
Black light reactive
Available Wedsnday April 2nd AT NOON on my webstore:
THE SECOND LIFE OF FRANKENSTEIN!!
Here is The Frankenstein monster experiencing a vastly different fate than the one we know that ends in the book...I have decided to rewrite history in a bizarre amalgamation of the classic Frankenstein story and the Frankenstein from the japanese film, "Frankenstein conquers the world" In which the mopnster grows from a piece of Hitler's heart and continues to grow until he fights Baragon and then is eventually ripped into small pieces by a giant octopus...Those chunks would later become the Gargantuas but thats another story! lets get back to the topic at hand! FRANKENSTEIN BABY!!! Sketch book print release...I am proud to say that I am following up behind the legendary Bernie Wrightson with my sketch book release with 20 eyes co. 20 Eyes Co. do rad stuff and have a killer grasp on the great nostalgic vibes of a lost evil halloween child! Thats us guys! anyways...The prints are 2 color silk screen reproductions of my depiction of Frankenstein arising from his icy tomb, Irradiated with the residual radiation from an ancient comet...The story I wrote about it is here! An unofficial sequel!
Translated from the LOST FRANKENSTEIN SCROLLS! the first 20 orders get their own ancient version of the scroll...and as a bonus, we have found and bagged up small grisly and gruesome pieces of the Frankenstein monster! Found in the laboratory of the good Dr. Victor Frankenstein. Enjoy your gory bag of history as you read the Secret scroll!
The prints are a run of 95
16X20 sketchbook size 2 color silk screen
first 20 orders get a lost Frankenstein scroll and pouch of disgusting remnants...gristle, teeth, screws, hair! BLOOD!!! BLOOD OF A MONSTER!
AVAILABLE FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7TH at NOON EASTERN time AT 20EYESCO.COM
The monster had been lost dreaming for years, hidden deep beneath glacial giants that moved methodically in the ancient rhythm of the earliest ice ages. Hidden secretly like some hideous immortal treasure, Frankenstein monster lies catatonic, the brain within his skull throbbing wildly, dreaming vividly of vast strange worlds that only a monster may dream.
He has been missing for decades, isolated in the coldest part of an unexplored world. Alone and reeling from the unnatural life that ought never to have drawn breath, the monster sleeps. But he did draw breath, and with that first taste of life came the torture of what it is to know! To be! Confusion burning chaos in a body of impossible origin! To stare through
burning eyes rooted firmly in cold green skin, and scream unnaturally through the throat of an abomination born! This! This thing that should not be!!! Asleep beneath cold depths of ice, the victim of uncertain footing and subsequent burial from glacial collapse. But the beast found solace in the relief from conscious thought. Here in his strange dream, could he find peace. And so he slept. His body frozen, kept perfectly encased in a tomb that had patiently waited millions of years to greet him. But something bizarre and unknown to the primitive Victorian mind stirred forgotten at the bottoms of this frozen tomb! There still creeping in the deepest unknown caves where the monster's body found rest, was the steaming vapor
remnants of cosmic radiation! A 65 million year old residual irradiated reminder of the comet that was responsible for wiping out all prehistoric cretaceous life! The comet that had killed all the vast lumbering giants of an ancient age now playing yet another role in the storied history of mad titans who were bound to walk this earth. The blanket of radiation found the sleeping body of the Frankenstein Monster. Two unnatural forces somehow joined miraculously in the most naked and lonely place on Earth. The irradiated mist began to curl itself slowly around the molecular structure of the
monster's frozen cells! His body absorbed the comet's radiation like a sponge. The body began growing and changing
exponentially beneath the ice! The creature's mind pulled from its odd peaceful dream. Consciousness came swimming back as the hideous frozen body grew and grew! The cells that absorbed the radiation collaborate to form a giant throbbing
massive whole of a man! A titan born! A mutation of an indescribable birth! Where Frankenstein's handling of modern
science once created a mockery of life, ancient cosmic science now amplified its horrific notion to an impossible degree! The creature rises through sheets of frozen waste, up! Up!! Creaking venerably, with the memory of a deranged mind! Revenge! Yes! Revenge against the one who made him! The one that meddled unyielding in the arena of the gods! Victor
Frankenstein! The one that screamed to the sky so many years ago as lightning shattered the silence of death! All at
once to give life to the stillness of a cobbled cadaver! The anger of his memory mixed wildly with the confusion of growing within this massive new frame. The fear of fire! The fear of man! Their contorted faces and tearing stabbing weapons had always kept him in the shadows of the night. How could retribution upon Frankenstein be carried out if he was trapped by the pink screaming villagers that come angrily as a horde? These familiar concerns race quickly through his mind, the clear arctic air, a backdrop against his heavy stinking breath. The titan smiles a rare twisting grin knowing there will be no more sulking in the shadows. No crippling fear of fire and no limit to the ungodly revenge that is about to be unleashed upon a sleeping world. Frankenstein Monster has risen again! A monument to Vengeance! Hundreds of feet tall and
freshly awakened, the invigorated new God looks down from his towering berth to see faintly, the outline of a small man and his fire. How strange it is, that Prometheus would defy the gods to bring fire to man, just as this small stranger would bring fire to him. The yelping of dogs tied to a sled catch his attention. Who is this that has come so far just to find their death? The monster's eyes focus on the figure, the last frozen bits of ice melting away from his eyes and hair. The cold green skin catching light from a far off sun. Now the crouching groaning goliath sees clearly that this new life has already chosen to fortune him quickly. The small figure below is none other than Victor Frankenstein himself!! Come to confront his lost creation, bringing closure to the wild loosing of a malevolent force. A malevolent force of his own scientific
obsession. Yes this chance meeting seems to fall nicely in line with the momentum of the monster's bizarre "luck." So many improbable stars lining up in his favor. A deadly celestial knife stabbing angrily towards the heart of man. In the halls of his shattered mind the monster ponders darkly the humor in this damned life. The cold irony of our universe strikes him thoroughly whilst grabbing and crushing the mortal below. Victor Frankenstein screams hoarsely, a cursed thrashing infant whose last known breath is interrupted by the popping crack of his tiny laughable bones. Dr. Victor
Frankenstein crushed thoroughly in the hand of his most infamous creation. And then, silence. The monster throws the
heap of hot red liquid, bones and shattered flesh into the hungry blue waves. He watches intently as the body quickly sinks into the depths of the freezing sea. Sharp arctic gusts blow his matted icy hair into his face. There is a sudden emptiness that grows in his heart. Realizing his one true adversary and motivation to destroy sits still on the ocean floor or in the belly of some stealth ancient predator, the newborn demi-god begins to shift and pull his weight out of the cave in which he stood. Lumbering slowly through the permafrost at the top of the world, the great suffering horror sets his sights on land. And man. As burning coals of white hot rage begin to grow within the furnace of his heart, there is only one thought that
continuously echoes in his mind, "They are my creators, but I am their Master!"
There may not be some cosmic score keeper sitting alone in the vast black ocean of space, tallying the deeds of men. But on this strange day in the middle of a pure northern waste, one could not help but be driven to wonder-- Is there something keeping track of our fate, our decisions, our mortal direction? A God? Some vast alien intelligence or the tide of galactic chance that now seeks vengeance upon us? Whatever it may be, whatever it is, it has most certainly turned its back on man, and most assuredly turned its favor unto monsters.
Doing A print for My favorite band for their 30th anniversary of being the BEST band in the world is an honor! THE GREATEST HONOR! for a show in Seattle no less! asked by Secret Serpents!! let alone the fact that the7y were made by Monolith Press! The whole thing is an epic combination of forces that could only bring about something special, and I am beyond excited to have done it! I thank The Melvins, Justin at Secret Serpents and Maus for making it an incredible experience! I am releasing these 9 artist proofs on my site here shopcriticalhit.com/products/melvins-limited-edition-artist-proof-silkscreen-print
for $75...5 color silk screened madness by monolith press so you know its good! i THINK THERE MAY BE A FEW OF THE REGULAR RUN LEFT ON SECRETSERPENTS.COM BUT LAST i CHECKED THEY ARE GETTING LOW, so hurry up if thats what you are looking for! I also still have a few of the Tomahawk artist proof prints i did with Secret Serpents as well so check em out!
THESE WILL BE AVAILABLE MONDAY (8/25/13) at NOON!
When Cop A Squat Toys hit me up about doing a run of these, I immediately saw the potential in such a weird, and what I would consider to be, traditional looking character in the vein of Battling Kaiju via Ultra Man and vintage Sci-Fi...It just looks cool to me...Then when Adam Saul told me that He could silk screen a header, I thought the project could really be special...well, then I decided to stay home one day and hang out with my cats ( The Clone seemed sad), and draw the header, I kinda just started expanding on what I wanted to do until I had drawn a big dissected version of the Semi Korosiya so you could see the inner workings of the THING! I then sent it to Adam and we decided it should be a print...so what started as a simple run of these bad boys turned into a whole production with a print and incredible silk screen header as well...I painted them up over at Kozik's with V color and gave them an evil Black Iron Golem look with gold armor nubs and an evil all seeing eye...Im really proud of the way this colaboration turned out and anyone who is lucky enough to get one will have the print, the header ( which is a print in itself), and the bad ass toy...there are 10 of them and will be $225...They will go on sale thursday august 29th at noon pacific, I will mail them out that day! available on http://shopcriticalhit.com/products/semi-korosiyra
Here's a lil vid of the header!
and here's a lil video of the silkscreen print!