Meadowlark Show

The images don't capture the atmosphere, but you get the idea. I, unfortunately, was too drunk to get any good pics of the actual opening with friends.. whoops.

Spotted!

Finally after countless hours of searching I spotted a Grunch. Notorious for their hermitous ways and terrible lack of social skills due to years of homeschooling and being bullied, this Gunch, miraculously, has managed to finally leave his Grunch Garry(house) and find himself a cozy spot @ the Meadowlark. In other exciting news, Mac, the lovable apple PB&J unit, was spotted once again in denver. Apparently abandoning his swingset tour for a small detour of roof top excursions, Mac was seen somewhere on Park Ave late last night.

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Way Rad. not my images, obviously.

ByeBye Mac

I totally thought we were BFF, but apparently Mac wanted to ramble on. He spent a few weeks at The Meadowlark then took off to follow his dream of swinging on every swing set across the continental U.S. See ya later buddy!

Trophy Hunters

As sly a creature as the Quadapuss may be, my brother and I (master monster hunters), were able to hunt down and train the slobbery creature to be our very own guard dog. This is the three of us posed for the launch of our new website.

Quadapuss

Somehow this sly Quadapuss managed to slobber his way into the Meadowlark. His species tends to be clumsy and a little slow, but this one is apparently top of the evolutionary hierarchy.

My first official art showing at the Meadowlark. The opening was August 6th, it was a blast. Go check it out. It ends the 30th.

My friend Mac and I, straight chillin, watchin cartoons. I think he was a prototype for the new Apple PB&J (Personal Buddy & Janitor) line; he never made it into production, now he has a broken heart :(

Summer Nights

Summer light painting with my friend Rhea. Good Times.

Prism Spider!

Prism Spider is the result of a freak accident in which a radioactive spider mated with a piece of a super radioactive crystal, forming the monstrosity you see here! ... Lame, I know, thats all I got.

Thanks Magnet Mafia

So apparently, The Magnet Mafia did a blog post on Peety about 2yrs ago and I had no idea. I am so out of the loop, i'm even out of my own loop. I'm puttin the pic up anyway because I never got one of him on the street and now I'm really happy. Plus, check out the Mafia they're awesome.

Lost Creation

This guy was a failed Russian space probe, got kicked out for his $100,000 a week rocket fuel addiction, and wound up on my doorstep. I didn't know what to do with him so I kicked him to the curb somewhere in 5 points area. He's kinda the black sheep of the monster crew.

Just in case...

U wanted to see where the Monster majik happens (which you don't, cuz no one actually looks at this blog except for me, and I don't really care about pictures of my own room) then here ya go!



Prism Spider in the works. nice.

PRESS ACTION

THE DENVER EGOTIST gave me some cred. awesome.

it was a little while ago but i'm still putting it up anyway.

Monster Portfolio

This is Porty, he is a squat little fellow who mostly hops around trying not to get squished. He has a strange problem with stickin his tongue into CD drives. This is probably because all his brain power and memories are contained within his tongue. Strange, but after millions of years of evolution, turns out this is the safest place for his species to develop their brains. Unfortunately, all his favorite foods such as Sour Patch Kids and Hot Tamales give him serious brain damage when he eats them.

Shop till you drop.

Thank you Crate&Barrel for the box, and the opportunity to subvert overblown consumerism... not to say that I don't buy worthless shit all the time or really wish I had a sweet condo full of Crate&Barrel accessories and furniture.

PEETY

Peety enjoys thrift stores, plastic vegetation, dirty alleys and ingesting all kinds of grungy dumpster finds. Actually, he reminds me alot of this homeless guy my old dumbass roommates invited over one time. It was about 4-5 years ago now, we were living off Federal and Colfax. He downed the better half of a handle of McCormik's Vodka (w/in 10min. flat), tore his shirt off and started belting Cat Scratch Fever by "The Nuge." Literally, the words cat, scratch, and fever with alittle "Duh NUH nuh NUUH" after it, were the only words that left his mouth for what seemed like hours. Eventually, we fooled his incoherent ass to stumble out the back gate and onto the street leaving us in peace.

ShuShuMush

Shushumush slinked out of the ocean a couple years ago with a broken china crash cymbal and a few chewed-up drumsticks. Needless to say, he immediately began drumming for a long line of disappointing alternative rock groups; you know, the kind where everyone is pretty good except the singer. It's like you really don't want to hurt the guys feelings and he's a good friend and usually brings the beer to practice but every time he sings outside of his 4note range you could literally rip the vestibular cochlea nerve right out of your head ending your ability to perceive sound for, like, ever. Eventually, after trying to get his annoying girlfriend to tell him how bad he his (which never works) the band slowly gets less and less gigs untill it crumbles apart and the drummer and guitar player start a new band initiating the cycle all over again... Anyway, after a brief stint in the underground punk scene, he now seeks to expand his horizons buying used synthesizers and other various electronic elements to form his solo neo-future-grunge-core-electro-pop project.

Smegla

Smegla is a fucking bitch. seriously.

Last spotted at a park in Denver, Colorado, the Amish Cyclops (not to be confused with any cyclops' out there who may posses magic abilities or giant stature etc, etc..) has been on the run from his community after being exiled and eventually chased out of his town. Outraged by his overtly blasphemous skin tone and little squeelly voice, the townspeople forced him to leave as soon as he could crawl himself out. He now peddles for money with a clever math riddle he learned from a hooker in Nevada.