Splish-Splash

A statue of an old troublemaker that has been explored in previous drawings. A young woman on a quest with a new companion. Where does this nasal doorway lead?

Here is a drawing from Scott Rideout. He says that it is for a joint project between him and Millie Cindzer, but it seemed good enough to post up here on its own, mainly because our standards are pretty low here at FORCES, Unltd. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to shrink your psyche down until it can fit through a pinhole and then bounce on your own pupil like its a giant trampoline? Well, thanks to a new method of meditation and some old technology this is maybe a possibility! All you need is a flashlight and a bowl and to follow these basic steps: 1. Pick a fixed point on a blank wall (preferably white or black) and shine your flashlight at it. 2. Place your bowl on your lap. 3. Lower your bottom lip so that a slow, but steady stream of saliva is flowing from your mouth. 4. Stare at the fixed point for seventeen hours.

Hang In There

Feeling So Good (Don't Touch Me, Brah)

This is a prototype for a real-life arcade-game marquee, by Scott Rideout. Imagine a world where people's most basic desires are met by staring at a DataScreen. Alls ya hafta do is place your right hand on the liminal orb and calibrate your retinal subfield and WHOOSH! you are off on a not quite whelming trip of emotional placidity. No need to pack your bags, just lean forward and relax!

Relaxing in the Dark

Millie Cindzer is a real hoot and she is always busting out of the gates like a springy-snake out of a fake beer-nuts can. Today she brings us a futuristic image that is from the past. H. G. Wells once asked her for the time, and she sure showed him. Outlived him by 76 years! And counting! But herein lies the problem with time travel, what actually happened? Nobody knows! Whatever you do, don't think "rave beats," unless you are currently on ecstasy.

A Lesson in Dramatic Theory: The Fourth Act

Here is another cyber-collage from famed and tamed FORCES artist, Alana Ponui. She has unveiled to us a story in four parts. What we are dying to know is this: who out there knew how the story was going to end? Who among you, sallow-skinned and myopic, with squishy and gushy body, dared to guess that such a predictable conclusion would be drawn? Well, we give you kudos, a token of our very mild astonishment. We are giving out kudos either way, actually. You receive kudos just for participating. Those of you who didn't think one way or the other about it also receive kudos, but not the kudos that carry honor and praise, No! You, who wander through life without the ability to see what might come next, for you we are giving the type of kudos that are made of granola and chocolate, the type of kudos that come in the form of a bar that you get at the end of soccer practice. To receive these kudos please send FORCES Unltd. $3.46 via paypal along with your address and flavor preference.

A Blasta from Mt. Pasta

Here is something that we ab-lo to do here at FORCES U. This is a drawing from an ooooooooooold sketchbook of Scott Rideout's. In the email this drawing was attached to Scott wrote a note: "Remember this one? Wanna grab a bite l8r, after I get done soaking my abscess?" Our response: "no. sure."

Riverside, CA

LIVE from the RNC!!!

Like a whirlwind of monstrous proportions we are coming to you live from the deepest folds of Tampa, FL. That's right folks, FORCES, Unltd. is at the Republican National Convention and we have absolutely nothing good to say about it. In other news here is yet another cyber-collage from Alana Ponui. Say what you will about her, one thing is certain, she loves the psychedelic properties of water.

ALERT! Brad Banner, we repeat, BRAD BANNER!!! You have won the FORCES, Unltd. Caption Contest! You are saluted by many. Get in touch with us about your free dinner, which will be fed to you bite by bite at the FORCES, Unltd. Headquarters Break-Room. Are you hungry?

A Battle of Twits

Another cyber-collage by Alana Ponui, using sources cited in last post. Now is a perfect time for a caption contest. Write a witty caption in the comments section and whoever comes up with the best caption will receive a delicious meal in the FORCES, Unltd. headquarters break-room! Now don't just write the first thing that comes to mind, really think on it. Let it marinate. When its nice and sodden, go ahead and click on that comment button. What are you waiting for? The results will be posted soon. Well, soonish.

Did I Never Tell You That I Have A Food Blog?

Just kidding. We here at FORCES Unltd. would never even touch a food blog! In fact most of these artists don't even eat food! All loud proclamations aside, here is some food for thought: how clear are copyright laws concerning music videos on youtube? And here is some dessert for thought: who cares? This appears to be another stunning cyber-collage from Alana Ponui, Master of Appropriation. She has drawn from sources as varied as the Dire Straights video, "Romeo & Juliet," to a Georgian water conservation file share. Her classic disregard for water damage clearly highlights her Aquario-Shivic agenda. Feelings broadcast: more of these should be posted.

The Males of Yesterday Catalog

Ghosts from Millie Cindzer's mind. Chilling, eh? But seriously, folks, Millie drew these Looney Toons characters from memory. If you were to click-to-enlarge any of the picture files from this blog this should be the one that you click-to-enlarge. (Something to think about while you are clicking-to-enlarge: Do these characters ooze naivete? Do these portraits scream, 'sophistication?' Do these psychic widgets enact violent fantasy after violent fantasy upon one another? Do these people make you laugh? Write to FORCES, Unlimited and answer these questions and you may win a new parakeet!)

From the Steamboat to the Psychotherapist

The story of one man just like all the rest of the men out there.  He wanders the streets and wonders and wonders  and wonders about how his neighbors became so strange seeming to him, and whose eyes are those that are staring back at him from behind that reflective glass?  But no matter how much he wanders, or how much he wonders, he is still just a burnt out police officer who also plays a police officer on TV.  The cheap veneer of social routine  that makes up his life outside of work is wearing away. He feels sick and battered, and yet he has never felt more alive!

GET OFF MY CONSARN'D LAWN!

He mows it.  He waters it. He needs it. He doesn't ask much of you.  Why do you keep treading on his freshly seeded?  In a world where nobody can be counted on, in a time when water isn't so cheap: just step off his lawn and let the blades breathe, people!