PUKEY PALS cards continue

PUKEY PALS part 4 or 5?

PUKEY PALS return

This is Gassius' (from yesterday) more handsome brother. I don't know why I named him Sam N. Patty. It doesn't have much to do with belching. I'm pretty much going with the 1st thing that pops into my head, and trying to not over-think anything. It seemed like trading cards of the 60s were just loose and light-hearted, and they didn't really make much sense, and that's what I'm trying to emulate.


These are some previous notebook drawings. I figured they fit in this fake trading card set, so I colored and added them as well.

MORE PUKEY PALS

His brother is coming soon.

PUKEY PALS part-3

I'm just using random numbers to make it look as if these cards are a part of a larger set. I should have probably started at the beginning.

PUKEY PALS AGAIN

This is the 2nd installment of what I started yesterday. The only thing different about these 2 cards is the name. I can't decide which I like better. I could use both names like Garbage Pail Kids did with the A and B versions.

More coming.

PUKEY PALS

Fake trading card design. I was inspired by Nutty Mads and Weird-Ohs cards from the 60s. I'll keep drawing them until I get burned out. If I get enough, maybe I'll print them.

More coming tomorrow.

WEIRD GOODWILL FIND

This robot with a human head was 25 cents at the Goodwill. How can you go wrong? I couldn't believe what I was seeing when I found it. Now I own it. One quarter well spent.

How did this pretty human girl's head end up on this robot? What kid would want this? I would imagine both boys and girls would hate it. It's the most cold, hard, unlovable and uncuddly babydoll for a girl, and the most sissified robot for a boy.

OLD TOYS, NUTTY MADS, BIG DADDY ROTH, UNIVERSAL MONSTERS, BANKS

Old toys inspire me to draw and paint, so over the years I've accumulated a lot. Here are some I've collected from fleamarkets, yardsales and ebay. Many are from the 60s and 70s. A few are items I made myself. If you were a kid in the 70s maybe you will recognize some of the stuff.


On the very top shelf is a small diorama built by my friend Mike Nash. He knew I liked Li'l Abner so he used his super-micro skills to make this masterpiece.


Here's a close-up of Mike's creation. I put a nickel beside it for a size comparison.



Old banks from the 70s.


When the crank is turned the Mr. Machine whistles "This Old Man." As near as I can figure, it has a single bellow which squeezes in and out at different speeds to create the different notes. The timing of the notes is all controlled by gearing. It's a fairly complicated feat of engineering for a kid's crank toy.


Big Daddy Roth


Nutty Mads, Big Daddy Roth

Old Micky Mouse gumball machine from the 70s, and a rare Munsters Koach model kit.





The top 2 shelves are Universal Monsters. My wife likes Dream Pets so I blew loads of moola collecting those on the bottom shelf from the claw game at Walmart. I like the designs. They look like they're straight out of the 60s.
Since I need room to live, all my old Disney stuff is packed away in boxes. Someday if I have a larger house...

ATTACKING MONSTER

I worked at it a bit to get the fist centered in the O.

OUR HOMEMADE MOVIE

My friend Allen and I made a movie. In the movie Allen sneaks into my garage when I'm gone. He attempts to build me a birdhouse for my birthday using my wood and my tools. Horrible accidents abound.

We filmed a couple hours worth of stuff, and after all the editing, it ended up being 15 minutes long. We used Windows Movie Maker to splice and edit scenes together, add music and sound effects, and titles and end credits. We know it's not the greatest quality but it was a lot of fun and we plan to make more.

Here's a small clip from our movie:

GRIM REAPER TATTOO

My coworker wanted a tattoo design. I just draw them; I don't ask why.

THE SEA BAT

Here's a DVD cover cover illustration I did for an old 1930 movie called "The Sea Bat." Boris Karloff has a very small role in it. The Sea Bat looks pretty realistic for a movie from the 30s; so much so, I wonder if they found some giant dead sea bat and drug it around on a wire.

My friend Allen sells this movie. Ask me for his phone number if you want it.

SKWONKLY

Ink drawing of a thing from my dream, rendered to the best of my recollection. In my dream he didn't have a name. He would follow me around and snicker Muttley-style when I experienced misfortunes. He was really short, like maybe a foot or so high.

SANTA CLAUS DEAD, FRANKENSTEIN TOO

I got a job drawing a map for Mt. Sinai, an old cemetery here in Evansville, Indiana. Much to my delight, this was one of the tombstones. I always figured Frankenstein was a German name, but this is a Jewish cemetery.

Here's a cemetery on the way to a nearby themepark, Holiday World. It's where they buried Santa Claus and his family. There are a lot of graves so I guess all the elves and reindeer are probably in there too. Sometimes late at night one of the graves glows red. That's probably Rudolph's ghost. When you think about it Santa was pretty old, so it's not all that surprising. I guess he got to do what he enjoyed while he was alive.

HAUNTED TIKI MASK

I admit it's not really haunted, but when I say it to people they spend more time looking at it. HE HE! It's about 42" tall by 21 1/2" wide. I found a bunch of scraps of mahogany at work so I saved them. When I accumulated enough I glued them all together into a large panel. I put my longer pieces in the center to make the feathers. The size of the scraps dictated the shape of the tiki mask.

I never planned on wearing it, but I went ahead and hollowed out the back side to make it less weighty. It wouldn't be a very good mask anyway since there are no eye holes.

I painted it with acrylic paints. I used bright colors like red, yellow, white and orange. After the paint dried, I brushed Minwax "Early American" stain onto it, and then quickly wiped it back off. That gave it an antique look. The teeth were painted with bright undiluted white paint, and then after staining they look old and weathered, with dark in the pits of the grain.

I thinned down the orange and yellow paint for the feathers with water so the wood grain would show through.

The background is made from river cane. I thought it was skinny little pieces of bamboo but it's not. I bought a bag of it at a craft store. I captured it all inside a frame of bamboo pieces I split in half on a bandsaw. All of it is glued to a 1/4" thick sheet of plywood. I tied the corners together with grass they use to make hula skirts.
Seems like lots of tikis I see have teeth completely encircling the mouth all the way around rather than a top and bottom row.

Maybe tikis are decendents of lamprey eels.

TIKI CARVINGS

Here are some various tiki carvings. The last ones are little cups made from sawed off pieces of bamboo. The natural segments in the bamboo make the bottoms of the cups, so they hold water. After I carved them, I brushed on some watery brown paint to bring out the carved crevasses, and then I clear-coated them. The clear-coat probably makes them unsafe to drink from, but I never planned on drinking from them anyway.

SKULL PAINTING ON MOTORCYCLE

Here's a painting I did on a friend's custom motorcycle, or tricycle; whichever you call it. I only had about 1 hour to do it. My friend was in a pretty big hurry for it, and stood over me while I painted it. I wanted to do more but he said he liked it as it was, and took off with it! And that's the last I ever saw of it.

RALPH THE CAT

We used to have a cat. It just showed up at our house one day. For the longest time my brother and I resented it and wanted it gone. We wanted a dog instead, but they were more work or more money or something. As we learned this cat wasn't going anywhere any time soon, we went ahead and accepted it. As a stipulation though, we proclaimed its name to be "DOG."

Apparently our sister had named it "POOH" for it's supposed resemblance to Winnie the Pooh, so the name battle began. We would argue back and forth:
"Its name is Dog!"
"Pooh!"
"Dog!"
"Pooh!"
"Dog!"

Then our mom got fed up with us and stated, "We will compromise and call it DOG-POOH."

This delighted my brother and me and we accepted this new name.

Later we grew more attached to him, and out of respect we renamed him RALPH. Really he named himself. That was the sound he made when he wanted something.

I remember when he got hit by a car. The neighbor saw him on the side of the road, and went to get a shovel to bury him before us kids found him. When our neighbor got back to the location of the incident with his shovel, Ralph was gone. He managed to come back to life and limp back to our house and crawl into his bed. He stayed in his bed for a few days. We figured he was dying in there. Eventually he snapped out of it... Sort of.

After he was hit by a car he was never quite the same mentally. He would just lay there like a limp pile of laundry. You could position him in any pose and he'd stay that way until you moved him. He was gentler too. My mom would slide him across the floor to wipe up spills and messes. He didn't care. I guess he suffered some sort of brain damage. I know it sounds mean to say but I liked him way better this way. He would actually stay there when I pet him, unlike normal cats who would just get up and walk away from me when I was trying to be nice.

Ralph lived a long, long time. I try to remember how many years we had him and it seems like it was nearly twenty years. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems that long. I miss Ralph now. I'm not much of a cat person but if I could find another one with brain damage I'd take it.