I try not to get into altercations with strangers, because the results have always been odd when I've done so in the past. Just over 3 weeks ago, however, "odd" is an understatement for what resulted when I got hit by a car while walking in a cross-walk. I didn't get permanently injured, but my belt instantly shrank two notches around my waist as my left hip half-shattered inside my pant-leg when the car screeched to a halt. My natural reaction, aside from the initial confusion (and the drool spatter), was to stumble to toward the driver's side of the vehicle and angrily confront whoever was in the pilot's seat. In this case, it was a filthy old woman with a flesh-colored eye patch stapled to her stretched leathered skin surrounding a mouth over-pouring with extra teeth, which were gritting as she motioned to drive off in front of me without saying a word. Although I was shocked by her appearance, it didn't stop me from reaching into her car's cracked window to grab the steering wheel in a weakened attempt to thwart her escape plan. Well, she still ended up driving off. But not before she grabbed my extended hand, twisted it counterclockwise 90 degrees, and kissed it while muttering the words "twenty four" repeatedly as she squealed away laughing, letting go of my hand moments before it could have been dislocated.
I didn't think much of it at first aside from "Holy shit, Florida is insane", but that night, my hand started trembling. The motion was subtle at first, but within 10 minutes the trembling was constant, as a patch of skin shaped like a lipstick mark on the back of my hand swelled and rose above my veins. It hurt. And the only way I can describe the pain was that it felt like my hand was nauseated, almost as if it were….craving.
That was 24 days ago.
Since then I haven't eaten. I haven't slept. I haven't changed my clothes. I haven't even watched all of Ash Vs Evil Dead. Not because I didn't want to, but because I simply couldn't. My HAND wouldn't let me. All my hand would do is draw. Constantly. Over and over and over. Sometimes it would draw better than other times, but it never stopped….until I finished 24 new drawings. Then finally it let me rest.
Well, I decided to sell each one of these (possibly cursed) mysterious original drawings that my (possibly possessed) mysterious hand created during the last 3 weeks of my recovery.
This collection of of original black and white drawings will go on sale on Friday, November 27th at 1PM EST for my special "BLACK (andWhite) FRIDAY SALE" exclusively HERE ON MY STORE.
- Each drawing is approximately 11" x 11" ink on bristol board (unless noted, as some are on clayboard), created entirely with black india ink and a #00 Windsor Series 7 Sable Brush.
- Each drawing is signed and dated.
- Each drawing will cost $250 each, which includes FREE SHIPPING TO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD! EVEN VERMONT! Please be aware that these are one-of-a-kind original drawings, so there are only ONE of each drawing.
- Also note that these drawings WILL NOT SHOW UP on my store until exactly 1PM EST on Friday, 11/27. Until then, my store will be empty.
- Each drawing will also come shipped with a FREE COPY of my brand new (possibly cursed) art zine, "SUREWHYNOT?" which contains almost the entire collection of these new (possibly cursed) drawings.
Long (possibly cursed) story short, I have over 20 new original ink drawings going on sale on 11/27 at 1PM EST exclusively on HERE ON MY STORE. Have a HAPPY (hopefully not cursed) THANKSGIVING!
