Photon

Science has never proved that this is what a photon looks like. In fact, it is safe to say that they have proved that without a doubt a photon does not look like this.  But what if they are lying to us?  That is a question that Scott Rideout is without a doubt not asking. Take a look.

Renegade

Shitty Feng Shui: A buoy in dark waters

Another old sketch from Millie Cindzer.  She said that she drew this a couple weeks after she gave birth to her first daughter.

Backdrop

Alana Ponui brings us this nightmarish vision.  A vacant place, seemingly harmless, but if this place were a person it would be committing unspeakable, violent acts on its lunch break.  At night when everyone is sleeping it would be bathing puppies in vitriol.  At the break of day it would be uttering words that curdle milk and set the drapes on fire.  You don't even want to know what its doing on its lunch break.  If while dreaming you find yourself in this place, wake up as fast as you can or you may never wake up at all.

Dr. Detective: Private Practice

He was a dark, lean man, who never knew when to quit.  He had the kind of face that haunted you until your eighteenth birthday.  The kind of face that seemed to not even exist the more you stared at it.  He was the kind of guy that would throw you from the roof of a twenty-three story building right onto a pretzel stand and then say, "That pretzel needs salt."  His gloves are clean, but his record is dirty.

Boondoggle

We've all seen them. We all know it's just people scratching backs and money changing hands. Here is a sketch from Millie Cindzer, 1989.

Dried Sponge: Familiar Faces V.II

What started out as innocent fun with no expectation of any serious consequences ended in a terrible quietness.

The Transmogrification of Mickey B. Hughmen: Familiar Faces V. I

Here is another group of drawings from Scott Rideout's series, "The Trap." The winding path, the twisting and turning route that ends in ultimate change. What might start in the impeccable tracts of the suburbs and end in the halls of ultimate psychic rebirth could leave its footprint on any number of surfaces. To fill in some of the blanks click here.

Joey, Chandler, Ross, A Monkey

This is what happens when people stop being nice and start getting real weird. Knowing someone well is no guarantee that they will be the same person after living in close quarters with them. But how far is too far? What happens when the scab collection comes out at parties? What happens when you find a nanny-cam in your shampoo bottle? What happens when you wake up and your fingernails have been switched with your toenails in your sleep? When is the last straw? Sure, you can jam out and chew the fat just fine during the normal hours of the day, discussing books and magazines, the weather, golf statistics, but during the twilight hours a sick feeling begins to fill your guts. Your brain begins to swell under your skull, you just can't take it anymore!

During The Fight

Before the fight no one knew what would happen. After the fight no one knew what happened.

Theatah!

Entertainment! Distraction! Auto-Pilot! If the world is a stage and we are merely players, where are our royalties, where is our trailer, and where is our caramel macchiato?

But does it grow on trees?

In a time of diminishing resources, when the sun is blotted out by an evil conglomerate, and the ocean is being turned into chicken soup, when the only prayer that will save you is no prayer, and there is no where left for humans to run except out of time, Thoroughbred Publishing brings us the tale of one human who will risk it all to save the only other human who is worth a damn. A story of hope in a hopeless time, a time of corruption and singing chowderheads, in which everything will be consumed or we wont get any dessert.
 

A Room, A Trap

Two interiors from FORCES, Unltd. artist Scott Rideout. These come from his series of drawings that he has been calling "The Trap." What's that supposed to mean? Click on image to gain a better view.

The Powerful Male

The Powerful Male is constantly in motion, always dominating one sphere or another. He doesn't have time to sit down and eat. He doesn't have time to cut his food up into pieces small enough to fit into his mouth. He doesn't have time to chew. He has time for one thing and one thing only: dominating one sphere or another. That is why somebody somewhere is creating a fountain drink that looks, tastes, smells, and feels like Coca-cola. It even comes out of a fountain drink dispensary at a McDonalds! But this "Coke" is actually a highly concentrated food supplement that maintains the virility, strength, and swagger of any Powerful Male. The Powerful Male pictured here has just guzzled the stuffin's out of his food-drink.

Happiness Is A Warm Sun

Millie Cindzer has donned many hats in her life. She was a park ranger, a copy editor, a hot dog hawker, and a professional hat donner. She is a mother of two, a child of two, and worked on the set of Look Who's Talking Too. Likewise, her artwork has taken many turns. It is here. It is there. Sometimes it looks like it should be up on somebody's refrigerator and sometimes it looks like it should be up on the wall of some stuffy, overgroomed Houston art collector's living room. Cheap and fancy. Fancy and cheap. Chancey? We'd like to think maybe?