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Screen print micro studio

Spent the day cleaning out the backroom. Been wanting to do some little screen prints here.

Portal quest

CJ pulled his body out of the bar, and he found himself peering into a swirling, pulsating portal that looked both organic and digital. Somehow a mix of both the real world and digital. He knew he had nothing left to lose, and he threw himseld into the void. He immediately was engulfed by a vortex of colors and sounds. He felt his body twisting and turning in impossible ways as he hurtled through time and space. His head turned into a block and his flesh had become a gelatinous mass that was exploding all around him. When he emerged on the other side, he found himself in a strange, otherworldly dimension, neither real or digital. In the distance he saw the glow of some christmas lights slowly glowing around what appeared to be a television set. As he walked closer, it became apparent his presupposition was correct, and he began to make out what was on the screen. It was him. It was filled with bizarre creatures and mechanical monstrosities. CJ knew he had to find a way out, or he risked being lost in this in between world forever.

Knock kick

A low growl could be heard as the hulking, hairy beast pounced on him, tearing into CJ’S flesh with razor-sharp claws that protruded out of a mass of amorphous and everchanging slop that made up its body. The pain was excruciating, but beneath the flesh was a rays nest of wires and circuitry. CJ’s face started glitching, his movements became jerky and nonsensical. As he continued to convulse, his flesh and circuitry poured out of him onto the bar room floor. Creating a grotesque cybernetic mess of meat and wires. The werewolf howled as the patrons of the bar scattered in terror, leaving the cowboy-cyborg as his muscles continued to spasm on the floor.

Scratched table drawing

Mitzi the bartender had watched everything unfold from behind the counter. She had seen the old woman come in previously, but she generally kept to herself. CJ went back to his beer and she grabbed a mop. She then made her way over to the old hag’s table. Mopping up some spilled drinks on the battered wooden floor. As she got closer to her table she noticed the old hag had been scratching some sort of image into the surface of the table with her gnarled fingers.

"What ya been working on? " she asked, in a cordial manner. She leaned over to get a closer look. That's when he saw it: a crude drawing of a werewolf, complete with sharp claws and bared teeth. And scrawled underneath it, in jagged letters, were the words "the moon got me!"

She felt a chill run down his spine. She had always assumed the old hag was just a cantankerous old lonely woman. . But now...She thought that it was possible that she had some sort of connection to the sightings, and CJs story as well?

She decided to try and get some answers "Hey, that's a pretty good drawing," she said, gesturing to the image. "Do you believe in all these werewolf stories we've been hearing lately?"

The old hag snorted, taking another swig from her drink. "Don't be ridiculous," she muttered. "The moon hasn't been full for years!" Mitzi knew this couldn't possibly be true. In fact just yesterday the moon had been as full as ever, and blood red at moonrise.

She continued to mop the slop on the floor, and she couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the old hag might be hiding. After all, if she had scratched that image into the table, there had to be some sort of reason for it.

As the night wore on, CJ kept nursing his beer and the normal bar sounds resumed. She found herself stealing glances at the old hag every so often, wondering if she was really just a harmless old woman, or if there was something more sinister lurking beneath the surface. And every time she looked over, she was there, drunk in hand and muttering to herself, a dark glint in her eye. She continued to scratch into the table with a small pocket knife perfectly lodged into her crooked fingers. And everyone else got louder and drunker, completely oblivious to her scrawling onto the table in the corner.

The old hag

The dimly-lit bar was quiet, save for the soft murmurs of patrons conversing and the clink of glasses being set down on the counter. That is, until a sudden outburst shattered the tranquility.

An old hag, her hair matted and gray, had been sitting alone in the corner, nursing her drink and muttering to herself. Little did CJ know she had been listening in on his story the entire time. Growing more and more angry at the gall of his tale. It was then, that the old hag suddenly sprang to life.

"Liar!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the bar. Every head in the room turned to stare at her, but she didn't seem to notice. "You're a liar! The full moon didn't get you! "

CJ, seemingly unohased by the sudden interruption, faltered in his story. "what do you know of full moons?”

The hag snorted, and spit on the ground before taking another swig from the dirty glass in her hand.” The moon wouldn't even illuminate your path if you were lost in the woods"

The other patrons in the bar slowly went back to their conversations, but the old hag continued to glare at the man, a sneer on her face. CJ looked her dead in the eyes, and felt as if there was something familiar about her.

The old hag cackled to herself and muttering something under her breath. CJ looked back up at Mitzi, his beer now empty, and she quickly plopped another beer in front of him.

Decalomania

I spent five hours making this mess….. Nothing ever popped out. Hopefully I didn’t just waste a day and a canvas