Mulga The Artist: March 2012

31 March 2012

Return of the Ratus Times Two

These are 2 recent ratus watercolour artworks I completed in celebration of the opening of my online shop

They are cheeky rats for sure.

If you return here in a few days I will post 2 more ratus characters.

See you next time

-Mulga

28 March 2012

Where's My Scalp Zombie

This zombie is not to happy, he lost his scalp.

He cries tears of green ooze and longs for the day when the cool winds of change did not ruffle the insides of his subconscious.

You can buy this guy on a sticker here.

Here's a poem about this creepy creature

Where's My Scalp Zombie

His scalp is gone

His brains are green

His head was sawn

By things unseen

The birds do nibble

He collects the rain

He's prone to dribble

We can see his brain

Oh the horror!

Oh the strain!

To have uncovered

Thee precious brain!

The End

See you next time

-Mulga

24 March 2012

Purple Dancing Ratus

I painted 5 pictures of colourful rats in various poses in celebration of the opening of my online shop.

The first 5 people to buy a sticker at the shop will get a colourful rat painting similar to this one for free.

At the time of writing there is 4 paintings available.

Stickers are only $2, buy them here

Here's a poem about purple dancing ratus.

Purple Dancing Ratus

He's a rat

He aint to shy

He killed the cat

But lost his eye

Now he prances

On old cat's grave

All night he dances

As if it's a rave

He waves his hands

In the air

His tail is yellow

And purple is his hair

He's a vengeful critter

An odd little freak

He eats the catty litter

And his breath does reak

See you next time

-Mulga

21 March 2012

Zombie Tennis Player with Mo, Goatee and Headband

This is a big orange zombie that I painted. His name is Allen.

He looks like he just finished a marathon tennis match and he is really parched. You can tell because his tongue is lolling about and his gums are showing because they are really dry and his lips are getting caught on them.

That happens to me sometimes. It makes me look like a horse. When I was in school I used to ride my bike and sometimes when I arrived at school in the morning my lips would be stuck to my gums and I would look heaps funny. My friends would point and laugh because I looked so different from normal.

He is also really weary which you can tell from his eyes, his left eye in particular. It has an odd squint about it.

I am not sure if you can tell from this picture but there is a huge amount of detail in his facial hair and headband. That is his favourite headband because his grandmother knitted it for him before she passed away. It has strong sentimental value for him and he cherishes it dearly. It is also really effective at keeping the zombie sweat out of his eyes during a long rally.

This painting is for sale.

See you next time.

-Mulga

17 March 2012

Captain Crook the Shady Zombie Captain

This guy is a real shady character, you can see it in his eyes and by the way he smiles.

My talented friend Stuart McKerihan composed a poem about this seed bag.

Captain Crook

If you’re after a captain

Who looks more sleazy

You’d be hard pressed

This one’s real greasy

From port to port

He’s known all round

As the meanest moustache

To ever run aground

Once the commodore

Of a mighty fleet

Now he hangs out

Where the fishes sleep

The legend goes

That he was steering his vessel

When first mate Billy

Gave him the cutthroat special

His mutinous crew

Began to rejoice

Till they heard a rumble

A sickening voice

Turns out that zombies

Don’t bleed too much

And Captain Crook

Wasn’t dead as such

The terrified crew

Bailed in quick succession

And Crook was left nursing

His leering expression

Not at all pleased

He set about fishing

His mutinous crew

Ending up in the kitchen

To figure what happened

You don’t need much vision

Just spare a thought for the crew

The next time you go fishin’

See you next time.

-Mulga

14 March 2012

Winter Surfer Zombie

This is the winter surfer zombie.

A Poem About the Winter Surfer Zombie

He likes his hood

When the waters cold

It goes really good

It makes him bold

He surfs the Antarctic

On his single fin

With the penguins and seals

He likes the waves big

He lost his fingers

And all his toes

From a real long session

He even lost his nose

He'd do it again

It was that good

It's etched in his memory

Under his hood

See you next time.

- Mulga

11 March 2012

Longbeard

In order to grow a beard as awesome as this one you need to learn the ancient art of beard hypnotisation.

Once you master this ancient art you too can yield great results in the area of beard construction.

Here is a poem I wrote to commemorate the awesomeness of this beard.

See you next time.
-Mulga

06 March 2012

Sikh Guru with Beard and Bejeweled Turban

© Mulga 2011, Sikh Guru, Ink on Paper, 20 x 35 cm

A Poem About My Sikh Guru Drawing

Come with me
I'm a Sikh Guru
You will see
I don't wear a shoe

I stoke my beard
In a pose of thought
Sometimes I'm jeered
I've never been caught

Like David Blaine
I will mesmerize
With feats of wonder
You won't believe your eyes

My turban is sweet
It protects my brain
Me jewels are neat
I am not vain

My eyes will pierce
Into your soul
With lazer beams
I turn bronze to gold

See you next time
-Mulga

03 March 2012

The Majestic Afro and Beard of Jungle Man

© Mulga 2012, Jungle Man, Ink on Paper, 30 cm x 40 cm

This drawing is based on a photo of TV on the Radio singer Tunde Adebimpe that I found on the interweb. Some people thought it was a drawing of The Roots drummer, Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson.
I'll tell you right now, those afro curls took a long time to draw!
Lucky I had the intention to finish this drawing or I would never have completed it.
It consumed my time like a killer whale consumes penguins.
See you next time.
-Mulga