b!tch sap, oozin' out.

who says i have a problem with quantity control?,
once i get crackin' i just can't seem to stop.
at all.
how much art-makey mayhem is enough?
it's never enough.
i just need to document this pretend woodland world full of things.
dollmen, bobots, monsters, the works.
smaller is sometimes better, because you can fill up the whole house with 10x the stuff...
because like the infamous doo-doo butterberry  says, 'it's not about the biggest or the most beautifullest, the object is MORE'...
so in the interest of the 'do you want some more?' folklife battle-beast art movement,
here's some more, for your faces:

dwarves, yo.
this guy is 3.5"x3.5".
framed, too...
check out that bashmaster he's holding. (the hammer, ya'll, not the bird)
hit them in the head, i'm sayin'....
not every good bird is a dead bird,
but it never hurts, either.

battle-beast quartet. four 3" squares.
starting in the top right corner, going clockwise,
we got your standard gargoyle with wrench,
a wolf-leopard in cowboy boots, with tower and acorn,
a goat-lobster, with another wrench,
and an oomingmak yak, with boots.
spit hot fire. that's just what they do.


beaver destroyed.
this is what's known in the industry as an 'after' photo.
remember what it looked like before? here, refresh your memory.
hell, this picture was taken just a week later,
and now, a whole month later, it's just a patch of much greener grass.
it's always greener where there's a dead beaver.
that's the truth. 


living i the woods, i never run out of nature things to be disgusted by;
that's flippin' gross.
a crusty, sticky, hole, filled with tons of furious biting ants.
(like a golden girl, yo.)
aaaand, that's some kind of sap oozing out of the bottom.
and i think you know what kind, too.....

homemade homefries are calling my name.
i'm on it,
because when it comes to homeboy potatoes, i gets it in.

today is the day.
remember that.
word.