What A Day

It has been a while. Hooooey! has it been a while!  Here is a picture inked by the immutable Richard Tuggz and colored by the uncrustable Scott Rideout. A picture made to be  a poster, but due to dumb un-luck the poster was not used for anything. Does a person make their own luck? Take the case of George Hersey, a gambler and a lover, lucky in both, but killed by a paper cut gone septic.  Now take the case of Linda Loverhein, a hard-working, self-educated altruist living life under the lead net of poverty, also killed by a paper cut gone septic.  Is it all the same in the end? In the split second before a stupid accident ends a life, does the victim think about luck? Does the spectator immediately dwell on the subject?

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...But What Happens When a Little Becomes a Lot?

It has been over a year since our last post and that sort of thing can really leave a sour taste in the mouth of a blog consumer, but we've got good things cookin' over here in the FORCES laboratory.  That's right, the FORCES artists decided to take a little unannounced break, (sorry, fans!!!) each for their own reasons.  Millie Cindzer had a toe removed, then hiked along the entirety of Highway I-40 just to prove to her sister that she wouldn't be "walking all wonky for the rest of her life."  Richard Tuggz spent the past year in Australia with his hand in an echidna puppet, acting as ersatz mother to a litter of baby echidnas (puggles).  Alana Ponui was in the woods up in Maine. Every day she would row around the nearby lake, Lake Hole. Toward the end of the year she could boast to the few others that lived in the area that she could whip around Lake Hole in under forty-seven minutes, and not even break a sweat.  Scott Rideout stood from a crouching position way too fast and slammed his head into a utility pipe and spent the year in a coma. "It was a good year," was all he had to say about it.  But now they are all back, and all pistons are firing, and the juices of time are flowing toward a bright and productive future!
For all you people trapped inside a cage of ice right now, here is an eery number.  It could be from any of the freezing corners of the world,  and you'd better hope it's not near you.  The first person to write in and guess which FORCES artist is responsible for this piece gets the honor of having their own portrait done by the FORCES artist of their choosing. What a gas, right?

Hang In There

I Saw The Ligghtz

This comic, by Richard Tuggz, was drawn about a year after the Connecticut Warbler's warehouse fire that destroyed the majority of his work. It was rejected by The Master Magazine, Athiest's Forum Magazine, Jugs Broadsheet, Playboy, and Highlights Magazine.

Waltzing Back In

We know. It will never happen again, and that is a hard, reliable and 100% guaranteed PROMISE. It has been over a month since our last post and that is a source of regret, shame and pain. Moving forward, you will see below this a glimpse into the world of a professional narcissist. No, we are not talking about Scott! This man has let his obsessive love for himself spiral out of control. The admiration he so craved has mutated into a hideous serpentine monster which has sallied forth into the third dimension leaving a void in his psyche that needs an occupant. Would you like to move in? The rent is cheap, and there is a backyard. You pay for garbage pick-up and cable/DSL/food/mistakes. It should be mentioned that this a project Alana Ponui has been working on, using the draftsman skills of Richard Tuggz. She made the story clear, but the format remains in the shadows. ("Leave it to Alana," is what her friends all say about her.) It could be a still from a short animation, an illustration for a video game cartridge, a wall projection, a letter to the pope...anything, knowing her. What a card, eh?

A Play In One Act

A poster sketch, by Richard Tuggz, for the play "Bang!" which was performed at the Reasonable's Playhouse in Rutland, VT. from August '78 through February '79. The playhouse itself was only in existence from '77 until '82 when it closed for lack of funding. Tuggz created three different posters for this play, none of the finished paintings, or original posters, survived the warehouse fire, but the sketches were at the playhouse art director's house. Perhaps we will be able to rustle up the other two sketches...