A bad match.

A man in nice clothes, that still feel a need to use a street-punk style knife. The devil makes him do it, in all his anger at how the strangest men get all the women and all the breaks in the farmingindustry. All he wanted was someone to take his anger out on when he got home, but all he got was a golden pimpcup to drink his drinks from. Its very hard to understand.

The fanshaped faith of King Kong Bundy.

This picture is in some ways about the eighties, but also about all other times. The most important thing was to finaly get to paint my hero, wrestlings own King Kong Bundy. I have liked this guy since I was a young child. He is so round in shape, and still so angry and mean.