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In this topic I'll draw various pictures of Ozy and Millie characters in completely different styles.

That's a tad bit disturbing, but good in its own way

Oh that is really good. It may be seen as slightly 'shocking' but i think that's necessary to add to the surrealism. I can't wait for the rest!

That's just plain crazy!

Reminds me of the "modrern art" comic I made that one time...

Reminds me of that famous picture... of the guy on the freaky-looking car with an 8-ball for a gear shift, and his eyes are all funky and his tongue's sticking out... anyone know what I'm talking about?

Failing that, it looks also like a weird cross between John Kricfalusi and Gary Baseman.

The realism of Picasso and the taste of Dali. I must admire it.

Reminds me a little of that drawing that got excerpted for Octan's icon for a while, with the top of crazed Ozy's head disconnected.

The realism of Picasso and the taste of Dali. I must admire it.

Reminds me a little of that drawing that got excerpted for Octan's icon for a while, with the top of crazed Ozy's head disconnected.

There also seems to be a touch of Escher.


It's interesting. It's creepy and intriguing at the same time. Nice job Jack!

The realism of Picasso and the taste of Dali.

Heh, that's the first time I've *ever* heard those adjectives associated with those people. Makes me itchy.

Ah, yes, this is very familiar to me. One fine morning I was strolling down Rodney Ray Boulevard, when I stumbled upon a purple comb! I courtesied to the comb and ask, "How do you do? It is such a fine day."
The purple comb replied, "Yes, 'tis. Perhaps it would be more enjoyable if we were to have a picnic amid the swarms of Bohemian midgets?"
"By golly, that is a terrific idea! I am glad to have met you, purple comb!" I replied excitedly. It was truly an exciting idea to me, for I had forgotten my wristwatch. I thought, perhaps, one of the Bohemian midgets could have a wristwatch.
I was about to join the purple comb in our fine picnic, when out of the clear blue sky, before my very eyes, an orange mandolin appeared right in front of me! Alas! An orange mandolin! It told of imminent danger that was to come, and that I must make a pilgrimage to the holy land of Dedham, Massachusetts, where I could retreat to safety. I quickly thanked the orange mandolin, and let a winged Okapi fly me away to safety, to a land where I could start anew.
However, things turned disastrous, for the winged Okapi accidentally flew me to the land of Mutant Mousepads. "Aghast!", I exclaimed, "I will never find fresh bean sprouts here!" My mind was aflutter. I knew not what to do next, thus, I dug myself a hole and tickled my ears. It was quite enjoyable; that is, until a goblin hand appeared from out of the soil and pulled me into the fiery gates of Carviava themselves! I looked around, knowing full well that everything I ever knew was different now. Such a change I could not handle. Pleadingly, I aggressively approached the nearest hopping turban, and demanded that I should be let out of this land of purple skies and endless wormholes. The hopping turban said I would be allowed to escape, if only I was able to sketch the most beautiful drawing imaginable. I had never considered myself a grand artist before, however, I drew like my every mouse pad I ever owned depended on it - for they did.
For the life of me, I thought I had succeeded. I knew that I had, truly, drew the most beautiful drawing imaginable:



The hopping turban, as I had readily expected, was very please. "Very job good, woman weird. Take now this Ravendawn Jack to. Flower cactus. Violent pizza!"
"Oh, thank you, turban, I shall!" And I was released back into the mortal world. Unfortunately, the drawing was gone! I was in a panic. If ever the hopping turban found out I had misplaced it, surely he would send me back to the wretched gates of Carviava! However, it had dawned on me; any physical object in Carviava could not exist in the mortal world! I knew what I had to do: I use telekinetic waves to send the idea of the drawing through a glass of water Jack Ravendawn would surely drink. And for the life of me, I did not know I had succeeded, until I saw this topic and saw the drawing itself, which offers me great relief. You see, for after delivering the drawing, I came to the horrid realization that I had existed in Carviava! So, without a moment to blink, I vanished from the face of the Earth.

Arloest, I told you not to take those drugs I gave you with milk!!!



But really, that story weighs heavy on the random scale. But I like it! LOL!!!! Did I mention it was random?

Ya shoulda used that for Rabbit Hole Day!

Wow, someone's on something and for once it ain't meself!

Awesome duden!

That's some really creative work there Jack. I like ^-^

AAAH IT'S A PSEUDONATURAL CREATURE

...I love it!