by Manuel | | June 3rd, 2009 | arts & graphics | No Comments »
Folks… please, tell me: can you believe it? It’s been over (!!) a month since I posted some of my pretentious artwork for the last time! I am… amazed! Amazed and horrified, that is. Horrified that I almost fucked up my own continuity scheme. “Continuity scheme… what might that be oh glorious austrian guy” you ask me, beautiful young girl in the first row, begging that I finally recognize you? Your begging brought juicy fruits of inspiration, my dearest. Because I recognized you… but, how in earth’s name could I not? And I tell you! But listen close, for I’m not repeating those wonderful things your faith sucks out of my fingertips.
I’m going to post all-new, fresh artwork once every month. Yeah, I know… it’s unbelievable. Does god finally start to care for his children that he brings us such delicate gifts? Oh no, I’m no god. I’m not even his voice on earth. Because I’m not lying to you! Because I don’t promise you things you don’t even get! (heh… well… it was hard for me to write this with a straight face, actually). Because I care about you! Maybe because I’m such a low-life that I hope you might care about me that way either. I’m so fucking alone – buhu!
Without any further intermissions, here are my latest three scribbles I’d like to share with you. Here ya go…
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I’m starting with a picture I’ve been working on since almost five months. And by “working on since then”, I mean “I didn’t gave a shit to do it until last week where I had nothing better to do”. The drawing was, in fact, a request by a good friend of mine, you might already know. I’m talking about my much appreciated blogging partner. He wanted me to draw a picture of the in-famous Dragonball character Lord Piccolo the way I would interpret the character. Oh boy, you don’t know and can’t even imagine how disappointed he was about the end product.
I should have told him that my version of Piccolo would be the son of Lucifer, who got shot straight to earth in a spaceshuttle, only to start a career as some cheap pimp on the corrupted streets of Curson City who defends his bitchez and hoes by using his hellish powers. I smell money, baby.

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The next picture is a tattoo design I made for the sister of a pal of mine. I’m very proud of how it turned out in the end and very flattered that this fine girl is going to tattoo it on her body without any further changes. Can you believe it? A design I made on the body of someone for eternity? Especially since the design itself is very… grotesque. I mean, a buddha mandala, sorrounded by rock-stars on a leopard pattern? Seriously… what the fuck? Well, tastes in the end really ARE unique, I guess. I, for example, would never put something like that on my body! I mean, where are the boobies?

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Last but not least is a drawing that’s fresh. Reeeeal fresh. I just made it today and I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. You can call this picture a self porait if you want to, or just another character design for my “Batpawn comicbook series” I’m currently working on. I leave enough room for interpretations on this since I love myself so much that the character is based on my own looks. I’m sorry for being so utterly fabulous.
The girl that’s riding on my back on that picture is, in fact, inspired by a real existing person. And since irony tastes so utterly sweet, that is exactly the person I drew that picture for. Hopefully she’ll like it, other wise I’m going to commit suicide. Again…
