Zombie King of the Sea

© Mulga 2012, Zombie King of the Sea, Acrylic and Posca on Paper, 55 x 75 cm

This painting is for sale for $320.
It is framed (total framed size is 79 x 108 cm).
If you would like to buy, email me at mulgasroom@gmail.com

This is what it looks like next to me. It is pretty awesome.

This is a poem


An Ode to the Zombie King of the Sea

I am Zombie 

King of the Sea

All powerful 

That is me

I inhabit the depths

Where Leviathan roam

Down many steps

I call my home

My beard is long

And it is red

The source of my power

Keeps me fed

Like the pits of Mordor

I am underwater death

Just dip in your toe

And take a breath

Upon dolphins and whale

I enjoy to feed

With but one bite

I devour with speed

If your down my way

Come and say hi

I'll invite you to stay

I'll bake a pie

The flavour could be

Penguin and shark

Bounty of the sea

This aint no lark

The End

See you next time.

-Mulga

Captain Crook the Shady Zombie Captain

© Mulga 2012, Captain Crook the Shady Zombie Captain, Ink and texta on Paper, 30 x 42 cm

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

Longbeard

© Mulga 2012, Longbeard, Ink on Paper, 32 x 80 cm

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

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

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

Bombastic Beanie Man

Bombastic Beanie Man

Hello, look at me I’m the beanie man
I wear a beanie like only I can


Actually my name is Wally
And I push a trolley
Full of all my junk
It’s easier to push than a trunk


I sleep in the day 
And wander at night
It makes it less likely 
I’ll be stabbed by a knife


I got no shoes 
And I got the blues
I play the banjo 
And I love to snooze


I once walked five days straight
And saw an Indian rat snake
I did a double take and then ate a steak
But it was all a dream I realized when I did awake


My eyes will pierce you like a dagger
And my banjo will make you dance like Jagger


My coat is fantastic 
And my songs are bombastic
Some say I’m an iconoclastic 
Others say I’m just enthusiastic


I’m a mystery man
See me once
And you’ll never see me again
I am the super bombastic beanie man

See you next time
- Mulga

The One Armed Sushi Chef otherwise known as the Beard Man Wearing Headband with Anchor on it

The One Armed Sushi Chef

He has a beard
And a headband too
His anchor is geared
For wowing you

He's a sushi chef
Of the highest order
His name is Jeff
He abhors disorder

He's the fastest slicer
In the land
He doesn't use a ricer
He has one hand

He's an Iron Chef
On that SBS cooking show
He killed the ref
With one blow

The decision was wrong
Or so he thought
And because he didn't win
He killed the lot

You'll find him now
In his little sushi shop
Forget to pay the bill
And you'll get the chop

See you next time
-Mulga

Beardo the Weirdo

Here is Beardo the Weirdo. 

He is a zombie. 

My good friend Stuart wrote a poem to accompany the picture. 

We hope you enjoy.

Mutant Cowboy Zombie

The Tale of the Mutant Cowboy Zombie


After the heist on the bank

They shot old hank

Left him to die and stole his take

Only he didn't die

He turned into a pie

The sun baked him good

Like only the sun could

His flavor was chicken and curry

But he was in no hurry

Got bit by some a freaky  wolves

Turned into a mutant with big hoofs

He galloped around

Then a flood came and he nearly drowned

But he gained the power of ten thousand suns

And set off to track down those bums

Those double crossing cowards

Weazly pickers of flowers

He found them in the saloon of a desert town

Drunk as skunks and acting the clown

They had looks of fear

When they saw his mutant lear

And his disfigurement ever so severe

His chicken curry skin glistened in the light 

As he reached for his shooter with his hand on the right

His aim was perfect and shot them all three

With but one bullet that buzzed like a bee

After that he took a drink

And sat down for little think

What kind of life is this for a mutant freak

With a chicken curry face and hooves for feet

So he joined the circus and he was a success

The moral of the story is to be your freakiest best

The End

See you next time
-Mulga

Tough guy bearded man wearing beanie folding his arms

This is an example of the art which will be in my upcoming art show Longbeard's Anonymous Monkey Factory.
This is an example of a person who does not do little twirls like a ballerina.

Here is a poem.

He sports a mean beard
And a look to be feared
A beanie sits a top his head
Don't cross this man or he'll make you dead
With arms crossed and gaze intent
He aint no friendly gent
His body language tells me this
So don't be expecting no sloppy kiss

The End

See you next time- Mulga

El Capitan rides the waves again

This is a drawing I completed for El Capitan surfing boards. They will prepare for you the most magical surfing board you can imagine.

This is a poem I completed just because...

El Capitan
He is an old sea dog and he surfs a log
He smokes a pipe and doesn't own a dog
On the high seas of life he stays outta strife
Except when he hunts for treasure and fights with a knife
A life long sailor like this here man
Prefers the raging ocean waters over any dry land
He's been here and there and seen this and that
He'll stare you down while he wears his hat
He's the El Capitano and he sings soprano
He likes the rum and he's got bravado

The end

See you next time - Mulga