This is a painting of Hunter S. Thompson’s myna bird Edward. The bird’s piercing gaze and slightly ruffled feathers hint at its infamous foul-mouthed personality, embodying Thompson’s gonzo energy. His brain swirls with chaotic waves and his inner life bubbles and pops as his mind is caught in a fever dream of Fear and Loathing.
Mac McRae
This is a chubby red monster with nappy hair and giant blue eyes on eye stalks. He is influenced by Pepe the frog. He has much pathos – pudgy blue feets and four arms for huging his frens. Feels good man.
This is what the UGA school of visual arts used to look like. It was really far from the dorms and close to downtown Athens. I sometimes dream I’m back in school and lost on campus, riding busses to nowhere, tunneling under the school of art, wandering around downtown and on giant hillsides peering down into a massive white stadium with hundreds of thousands of people looking at me. This is an imaginary pop art sculpture I designed a long time ago.
This is an angry green bug with a red frowning mouth and round white teeth standing. He scurries around in his retro sneakers biting people and leaving itchy red bumps on their skin.
I can’t believe we live in a world where people understand what infectious disease is and how it spreads and how catastrophically damaging it can be to the very foundations of human civilization but we let random sick people get on planes and spread deadly pandemics around the world in a matter of hours. We need to make some serious changes to how international travel and national borders and immigration all work. Shutting down the world economy after it has circled the globe 5 times is too little too late.
An old Macintosh computer sits on a dusty desk, its beige plastic casing yellowed with age, resembling wrinkled skin. Its flickering blue screen displays a tired, pixelated grimace, like an old man reminiscing about the past. The whirring of its ancient hard drive sounds like a wheezy sigh, struggling to keep up with the modern world.
A towering redheaded Englishman, with green eyes and a massive underbite, somehow squeezed himself behind the wheel of a tiny Austin Mini painted with a bold Union Jack. His knees nearly brushed the dashboard as he navigated winding country roads, the little car zipping along like an excited terrier under his outsized command. Onlookers couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdly delightful sight, a vivid blend of British pride and cartoonish charm.