Oh All Right . . .

One more . . . (:



Part two of the six clown suite. I like the homeless grunge Clockwork Orange psychopath thing the artist has going on, don't you? Makes me feel jolly . . . not so much . . .

This Is Part Of . . .

A six painting suite . . . Six of them . . . Each as nice as this one.



The mind. It boggles.

I really think one is enough!

Just When You Thought It Was Safe . . .

Just when you thought I had to have run out of paintings with leering clowns and vacant eyed little girls and boys, I find another one.



When this was painted he was probably giving her his address. Nowadays, it's his offshore web email address and untraceable prepaid disposable cell phone number.

Hey Little Girl . . .

Want some Kandy???



The little hat. The giant ring. The gingivitis. Need I say more?

Clown Buzz . . .

Had some fun this weekend with the clown blog. I took ten of my favorites from the Creepy Clown Continum and introduced them to the world via Buzzfeed.

Buzzfeed is a meme pool where the coolest, strangest, bizarrest, funniest, and all around viral interwebz content hangs out. It's sort of Grand Central Station for web buzz.

I'm very proud and pleased that "10 Creepy Clown Paintings" is being well received by the denziens of the web. It was chosen for front page placement by the editors and had over 3000 page hits in the first 24 hours.

If you have a little web time to sink, buzz by and drop a like or a retweet. It would be much appreciated!

Yet Another . . .

Fine entry in the rarified world of "art-by-the-pound."

I see this, I think mugshot. I think mugshot of escaped killer!



Clown pictures, always guaranteed to be one of America's Most Wanted . . .

National Clown Week . . .

The first week of August every year is designated as National Clown Week. For most of the first week of August I was locked out of Blogger.

Coincidence? I think not! The ICC (International Clown Cabal) is obviously behind it!

This guy obviously has only the best of intentions!

Can You Say . . . Ewwwww . . . Part Deux

The post is get the most email about is the classic oogey I-can't-believe-it clown print I posted a few weeks back.

Well, there are two of them . . . I'm not sure if they are by the same artist. Every additional comment I can come up with is just too snarky, even for this blog. Suffice it to say, the fact that someone had this in their home just blows me away.

That said, here it is!



Clowns, just say $%^&*#$ NO!

Ize Sorry . . .

I didna meanz to breaked yu! Here, ductz tape makes yu all betteh.



Yes, now playing: InterwebzKlownz - The Serial Killer collection!

A Gruesome Twosome . . .

I made this collage because I came across both of these images on the same day. As if one veg-o-matic clown wasn't enough, another artist decided to rip off the imagery. My only response? W.T.F.



Clown art, for those days when you don't have enough surreal Kafkaesque irony in your life.

This Is So Far Beyond Wrong . . .

That it will take the light from wrong 10,000 years to reach it.



I don't even know where to start. So, I'm just going to hum a little tune and let you gack in peace. Does anyone need a tissue? Any thoughts on what the artist was trying to communicate here?

I Have An Idea . . .

For a short story. A mysterious puzzle is regifted from one person to the next. Something bad always happens to the giftee. Finally, after all the family and friends are exhausted, the puzzle starts showing up at garage sales and auction boxes. Disaster follows.

Turns out, when you put the last piece of the puzzle in place, you release a creepy evil spirit that brings bad tidings into your life. The only way to stop it is to break up the puzzle, box it up, and get rid of it.

I think it will work. I wonder where I got the idea. It just came to me . . .

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Oh my . . .



Clown puzzles. You intentionally lose the pieces.

Nothing Like A Postcard

I can imagine the message on the back . . .



"Wish I Wasn't Here!"

But, at least now we know that The Joker had a father.

I Know What This Room Needs!

Curtains! Yes, that's it! Curtains!



A six-foot long garish full-color printed clown fabric panel. I have nothing to add ( ;

I Said I Wanted A Party!

Do not make me wish you into the cornfield . . .



You know what happens when I get angry . . .

Now Kids . . .

"Don't believe anything you've read about me on those posters around the neighborhood,"



"but, if you see my parole officer, don't mention that we talked, okay?"

Now Hold Still . . .

The family said they wouldn't pay the ransom until I sent them a photo of you,



to prove you were still alive. Now, smile around the duct tape!

Franken Clown

Coming to a cookie jar near you!



A perfect place to keep your "abby normal" brains.

Clowns and Zombies . . .

Separated at birth?



Is it the blank eyes, the white skin, or the black lips? I think the artist really caught the "essence" of the subject!

I See . . .

. . . midget clowns. In zombie facepaint. Oh my . . . no more anchovie pineapple pizza for me.