Omega Snakepunchino.

Ive been very interested in the book and movie about Bozo Texino, the boxcar artist. Old men writing with chalk on freight trains, drinking in strange places, the fuzz trying to ruin it for people and all other kinds of good times was had by these guys. Its still trying to go on, but the future is more or less killing that culture, or so it seems to me, the uninformed outsider.
I decided to make my own little hobo moniker, with the sign of the omega in it. A cowboy might not be the most original way to go, but I feel that with hhis 50s flavor and all hes got something going for himself. I wish I could take him on the road with some chalk and paintstick, a jug of vine and a banjo.. I think the banjoplaying comes naturally after a cople of days on the floor of a boxcar.. Or, playing the jug, blowing a tune, that might be the way to go for me.

The return of that zombie, from the last picture.

A closer look at the zombie from the last picture. I had such a good time painting that zombie, so I decided to do another one, on one of those minicanvases. This time I tought Id try to paint like a real artist and dont use the paintmarker in the end. I just let the brush dance around, had some jazz on and everything. But, I didnt feel as artistic as I tought I might have done, this was probably due to my dislike of the vino, you need to drink that crap to feel like one of those dancingbrush artistic people.
Still, the zombie looks good and in the end, nothing else matters..
Whats important right now is to avoid getting into some kind of trap where I paint zombies all the time, and its harder than you might think. The zombies are very tempting.

A long hard look at "the self".

So, here it is, Im painting myself for the first time. Ive mixed it up with some images from weird movies and a pop artish little fork. Do I wanna eat a brain ?. Thats for the viewer to decide.
My plan for life after a global disaster starts off with dogeating, since Ive never been a big fan of the dogs, but when the shit hits the proverbial fan Im not leaving any stone unturned. Unless the thing that ruins the world is a zombierevolt, in wich case Im planning to join the walking dead. The trick will be to get bitten, but not eaten too much, just a little bite. Also, I wanna wear something cool to become one of the fancy zombies. No one wants to be the naked zombie with no arms and legs...

My grandfather loved french cars.

The painting from the step by step situation, in all its glory. Its about my grandfathers love for french cars, but also about some other situations, like apes passing for men. The apes will probably rule the world after some kind of atomic meltdown and they will use nets. Ive never been in a net but I think its very hard to deal with. One of those situations where its better to swallow ones toung and be done with it all.
The guy in the green suit should be doing all right, but his head seems to be all over the place. Not unlike mine when I was doing this picture, it goeas in all kinds of directions, very hard for viewers to enjoy.. Thats something that gives me a perverted sense of joy, when someone is trying to enjoy a painting, but dont get there.

Step by step, the birth of a great painting.

Its time to get technical and boaring on this blogg. A guide to painting like me. Ive never gotten anything out of guides like this, but I really enjoy watching Crawshaws peacefull programs about watercollorpaintings of nature.. A program like that about my paintings would probably have been unbearable, but here it is in four pictures, not so much about what goes on on the side, with the drinking, redneckmusic and old weirdomovies.
This is painted on wood, so the first thing I do is to put on a light green foundation. Then I use paintmarkers to draw the figures and situations onto the wood. The have all been drawn up with a pencil on paper first and I look carefully at those drawings all the time while marking them onto the wood.
In the next step I paint the background blue, then I jazz it up with some spraypaint to add some confusion to that part of the picture.
From there, in step 3 I fill inn all the figures colors with acrylics. This takes a good deal of time, but its still the part I enjoy the most.Mixing colors and letting the brush dance along makes you feel like a real artist somehow.
Then its on to the final part, where it all become clear. I use a black posca paintmarker to draw all the lines and the figures come to life.

When all this is done the picture is ready to be put away in my storage after a picture is taken and put out on this blogg to impress my handfull of followers. The circle of life goes on and on...

Ive got my own problems dear.

Same situation as the one under here, but with the added twist of a man falling to pieces. He cant deal with the futere, he cant save his daughters, his wife or his mother. All he can do is look at his hand. Looking at your hand does nothing for anyone.

Your room, but you cant control the rest..

Il start the new year with a cople of semi perverted paintings. Its about very bad Disney, some kind of horror and how todays youth might be fooled by bright colors and such.. Its all comming in to their room from the computerscreen. If I had children Id go mad and break all the computers. All the computers in the world..