Monstruo (or whatever’s Spanish for monster)

Monster En Espanol

So I’ve been trying for a while to digitize everything I’ve ever drawn should some catastrophe wipe all the boxes of papers and crap I got stashed in my closet. This is a fantastic example of the shit I was into drawing in middle school. I did this for my Spanish class in, I want to say, sixth grade. That would make it 1988 or so. I still draw more or less the same kind of monsters and junk, but my anatomy is a little better. Spanish, I have mostly forgotton. Oh, well.

Safety In The Workplace

One of the stupid little things I like to do on my lunchbreak at my soul-crushing retail supervisor job, is deface company property. Usually reserved to brochures and various paper propoganda. I drew this little picture on a page of a safety awareness packet that was more or less common sense stuff anyway. No grab-ass while on a ladder. Duh.

safety in the workplace

After a day or two of me not adding anything in particular to it I noticed a portion added by someone else. That person, not even able to draw a convincing asian stereotype on the first try, I think ruined the picture. I wrote a message and left it in the breakroom.

Thanks for ruining my damn picture.

I figured out who drew this. It was this stocker kid who’s a fairly recent hire. I have no good things to say about him at all. Anyhow, he formed a rebuttal.

It sucked anyways.

So this douche mistakes my self-deprecating humor as an admission of my inferiority as an artist. I draw better than him in my sleep with a matchstick and that doesn’t even make sense. I’m not the best artist of ever or anything but here’s an example of this fool’s artisitic ability.

post-its

So there you have it. The asian guy. Goku (I think that’s his name) from Dragon Ball Z and the worst renditions of Homer and Bart Simpson I have ever seen. This isn’t even bad in a good way like that god-awful thrift-store painting. It’s just bad.

Thrift Store Find

Awful painting

So I was out thrifting with the girlfriend today and I saw this monstrosity hanging on the wall at the local Salvation Army. Beautiful and somewhat grotesque at the same time. I had to have it. The girlfriend doesn’t care for it that much, but I could look at it for hours. Freaking hours. Sometimes bad art is loads better that actual art. Where do I even begin with this one. Dang. The complete disregard for actual anatomy? The Windows? That guy hiding to the woman’s left with the jar on his head? This shit is fantastic. I have this hanging right above the computer I’m typing this up on. Anytime I want I can look right and see this bastard up on the wall and know I got something special.