Succubus Stand-In

(Or fly in, as the case may be.)

Succubi rarely photograph well. They may be photogenic, yet they exist more in dream realms than in this one—or so I’m given to understand.

The Nightmare Before Wash Day

Do you think I have enough striped socks?

Don’t worry. This isn’t all of them. I also have a purple pair, and several shorter black and white ones each bearing a Jolly Roger atop the stripes.

Amidst hectic holiday preparations, hanging my stockings nowhere near a chimney with care, and in between skull-splitting migraines, I’ve been putting together two twisted and ambitious

Jabberwock: In COLOR!

Over the last few decades, many dark works have had a muted blueish or greyish cast. I do like that look, for it sets an appropriately bleak tone. Still, well nigh everybody is doing it! It’s high time for

Super Art vs. HatMan

It seems that someone always gets in the way of my depravity!

Included here are pictures fresh from the UBERKUNST performance at this year’s NorCal NoiseFest.
Here you can see one of our guest burlesque dancers wrapping herself in a chain as one might with a feathered boa. Alas, our other guest has danced almost entirely out of frame. Yet that’s not the only issue I have with this shot. Here I am banging out beats on a wooden phallus, but there’s a man in a hat in the way of the (money) shot!
There must be some kind of “cock block” joke at work here.
Of course, I’d never stoop to such crude humour, so moving on…

Risky Risque: Suffering for Art

Many hold with a romantic notion that one should suffer for one’s art.
I suspect that this view has more to do with a powerful few wanting the working masses to be content in suffering than with any love of the arts. The underlying implication is that one shouldn’t expect to be compensated for one’s pains.

I do love the arts. My creative colleagues and I do take great literal pains for your entertainment.

Here’s an example.

Last night, UBERKUNST headlined day two of this year’s NorCal NoiseFest. After a particularly risque

Farewell Angel Kitty, Marvelous Model and Bodacious Dancer

Bodacious Bomshells Burlesque Revue dancer and model Angel Kitty is returning to the land from whence she came. I was privileged to have her pose for my camera and canvas, and to appear on stage with her in several acts.

Last night, she played naughty nurse to my madman, a mental patient with monsters both on the mind and in it. While the Nurse/Kitty danced, I recited rhymes lines which tie in with my next book of horrific fiction.

How to Create an Art Series by Accident

Lie back, put your feet up,
and realize that even our deviations have purpose.
Then get back up and get to work!

By design, most of my works stand in series largely distinct from one another, yet all are connected by theme and by fiction. Zombies and succubi, masochists and mad scientists may seem like strange bedfellows, but