Stop laughing! I wasn't even going to scan this one, but it has a fascinating background story. There was this guy born in Georgia (about two hours from here) and he ran away to New York when he was 14. There he worked as a gambler and pimp, among other things. All the while he was studying different relgions. He began to call himself St. Eom. Well, he had this vision and after his parents died, he moved back and read tea leaves to pay for art supplies. He made all these sculptures with cement around the property and painted them, all of his art tying into his relgion, Pasaquan. This pathetic thing you see here was my attempt to use his style. I failed miserably, and used super cheap walmart acrylic paint (which didn't help much either). But anyway, check out his official site when you get the chance. It's great stuff.

Does this make up for that first one? Half of the fish in this one are there to cover up screw ups. I don't know how I magange to get all these paint splotches on the paper, but it happens. A LOT. Watercolor.

I was watching Candyman at two in the morning when I did this one. I think it shows. My idea was for a spinning pinwheel with ghosts intead of... well, whatever that stuff is on pinwheels. But this looks more like some death thing. No more cheesy horror flicks for me after midnight. Acrylic.

I love this one. I spent forever on it, so I'm glad it turned out so well. At first I tried making it with melted crayon bits, but that was a bad idea. Everything just ran together and turned brown and I got wax everywhere. Then I decided I would do it in newspaper, but it took me awhile to get all the words I wanted. This lovely final version you see here is a newspaper collage with watercolor. I brought it to band camp and shoved it in everyone's face. The general reaction? "Hmm. That's nice." Oh well. It's probably my favourite, so screw them.