Category: Avant-Garde

A high-flying knight superimposed on a high-stepping horse. The horse’s battle dress features the patented angry eyebrows which strike fear into the hearts of any tiny little archers that dare to raise a longbow against him.

Stick figures can no longer hold the sheer expressive force of the knights. Behold! The advent of the solid form, on which the St. George shield and crusader helmet can be displayed. On the left of the image is the shield, while the right side of the page (by the skinny leg) is a fat…

Another G. K. Chesterton poem, and another Freddy illustration. When we went hunting the Dragon In the days when we were young, We tossed the bright world over our shoulder As bugle and baldrick slung; Never was world so wild and fair As what went by on the wind, Never such fields of paradise As…

Variations on a theme: Eine Kleine Knecht Musik # 3,226.

St. George: Distract him, li’l Bullet Head! Li’l Bullet Head: Booga booga! Booga booga! Looky here! Dragon: Check out all of my majesty! St. George: Ha! Smiting shall I smite thee, and smitten shalt thou be! Dragon: rrrrRRRAWRrr! Li’l Bullet Head: Your consummate Vs can’t save you now! St. George: Where are all the dragons?…

Title: Untitled (#2,621 in a series) Artist: Freddy Size: 11″ x 17″ Medium: Marker on high-acid paper Provenance: Southern California, early 21st century Now in the collection of: Private owner The paintings of the artist known only as Freddy reflect, especially during his ongoing “knights” period, reflect the influence of the 11th century Bayeux tapestry…

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lean to me, Teddy, As brown as the line of earth, As I lean to you. The marker runs out Burnt umber, then sepia, At last, sienna. The negative space Into…

There’s one! Set for stun!

As Stan Lee might say, “Face front, true believers! This one has it all! Nuff said.”

Hot off the art pad, by Freddy age 5. “I am friendly,” his winning smile seems to say, but the way he brandishes those claws is reason enough to stay back a few paces. And all his weight is coming down on one toe: is he landing, leaping, shifting, running? You know what I love…