Psycho Bunny’s own version of an ‘Existential Crisis‘…
As opposed to existential philosophy.
Now for the usual social media shout outs.
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Here’s the Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. Drawn while listening to the album Machine Gun Etiquette by the UK band The Damned. (Although The Damned did have a Goth period during their long career.)
Over the weekend, a few approached me inquiring if I was ever going to work on another Psycho Bunny comic. It even came up on Sunday while having dinner with a friend at my new favorite eatery, Onderdonk and Sons because they make killer burgers. The burgers come in both vegetarian and meat varieties, but getting back to Psycho Bunny. Will there be another issue? That’s a good question. Good news is yes, I do have a few stories in the works, so please be patient. In the meantime, I am available for commissions, so don’t be shy.
As some await for the next issue with baited breath (an exaggeration), there all these lovely social media account you can check out for the latest updates.
On Facebook there’s pages for Psycho Bunny and for Michele Witchipoo – WitchesBrewPress. On Twitter there’s my own account, and one for Psycho Bunny. World Ov Witchipoo is my Tumblr one. On Instagram there’s WitchipooArt. Got some cool stuff on RedBubble, so buy my work. That way I can settle my overpriced internet bill. Until I sign up for a cheaper company that won’t rip me off. Until next time ladies and germs.
Here’s a simple sketch:
Anyway…here’s the usual shout outs:
On Facebook there’s pages for Psycho Bunny and for Michele Witchipoo – WitchesBrewPress. On Twitter there’s my own account, and one for Psycho Bunny. World Ov Witchipoo is my Tumblr one. On Instagram there’s WitchipooArt. Eventually the website will be fixed so you can order issues and other lovely items. Till next time.
Sometime this week was my birthday. Not revealing the exact date, but this year’s celebration was lovely. I’m truly grateful to have friends who care for me deeply. This time I was taken out for some delicious Indian food, where we stuffed ourselves so silly, we could barely walk out. Afterwards I received a lot of kind birthday wishes and messages from all over. Let’s just say this all warmed up my little black heart.
It was one of the nicest birthdays I had in recent years. The other memorable birthday was when I arrived back in NYC in late 2007. The year 2008 was pretty significant, both professionally and personally. Especially after spending two years in sheer purgatory. In a way, it was a good thing I was back in the big bad rotten apple during 2008. Looking back I was very lucky to catch much of the old NYC before everything closed down, becoming ultra gentrified.
 One of my best friends, arranged a surprise gathering in honor of my birthday. We all met somewhere in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, in which we headed towards Double Down. Once inside Double Down we eventually took over the entire bar. This wasn’t planned. The rather spontaneous invasion was pretty wild. That kicked an entire week of me celebrating my birthday returning to New York. Think of it as the lost weekend extended. Don’t ask me what else happened that week. By the time my actual birthday came around, it was on Saturday and I was so completely hungover. Then came the realization I was supposed to be at Stony Brook, Long Island. The occasion? Vending at a table then speaking on a panel for I-CON. We boarded the Long Island Railroad, regaining my composure in time for both the table and panel.
Rest assured, I’m professional most of the time. I-CON 27 went rather well, and then a small group of us headed for sushi somewhere in Nassau County.
This year was no need for any sort of alcohol. The company, conversation and Indian food was good enough. Perhaps this is a sign of maturity. Somewhat. A bonus was receiving all these wonderful gifts, like jewelry, and a copy of Howard Chaykin’s The Divided States of Hysteria in collected graphic novel form.
Here’s a quick birthday sketch. Purposely done in garnish colors, because life can be a bizarre circus. Enjoy.
So Monday came around and I was stumped. Suppose I could do some kind of Easter sketch. After all, Easter just passed. Then again, Psycho Bunny is a rabbit. So doing some sort of Easter bunny parody would’ve been too easy. Perhaps I just wasn’t in the mood.
Hence, Roy Lichtenstein.
Some people believe Lichtenstein was a modern art master. Others believe he was a plagiarist. Whatever opinions you may hold regarding Lichtenstein, here’s the Psycho Bunny sketch of the week.
Yes, if you don’t know by now, here’s the usual promotional shout-outs. On Facebook there’s pages for Psycho Bunny and for Michele Witchipoo – WitchesBrewPress. On Twitter there’s my own account, and one for Psycho Bunny. World Ov Witchipoo is my Tumblr one. On Instagram there’s WitchipooArt. Eventually the website will be fixed so you can order issues and other lovely items. Till next time.
It’s late but here goes. The days of March 8th to March 11th 2018 was NY Art Week. That’s when the big fine art/modern art fairs happen, such as The Armory Show, VOLTA NYÂ and Art On Paper. Unfortunately I was only able to attend one fair, which was Art On Paper. This was my second time returning to the event.
Along the way there was a life-size Marge Simpson seen in Lower Manhattan. Throwing in a cute photo of a dog riding the subway. Why? Sometimes I like animals over humans.
You’ll have to pardon me. Usually I take notes, but this year was a bit distracted. Some of the art seen was repeats of last year. The surprising part was not so much political art displayed as opposed from last year. Not to say there wasn’t any.
Halfway through the event, I met a lady carrying around matchboxes. These were refashioned as art items. Jennifer Robin Arnold (her name) told me during the summer she sells them in Coney Island, Brooklyn. She was kind enough to give me the matchbox with the 1970s porn flavor.
Again they had the overpriced concession stand. As much as that alcoholic coconut drink was tempting, I wasn’t about to fork over $14.00. Ditto for the Sixpoint beer for $7.00 when I could get it cheaper at a Brooklyn dive bar. However, there was ton of art to be seen.
Afterward a friend took me to see a concert over at Brooklyn Bazaar, which helped inspire a Psycho Bunny sketch, seen here.
So hopefully next year I’ll be able to snag passes for not only this show, but for the other two like The Armory Show. Fingers crossed.
*All photos by Michele Witchipoo March 11 2018.
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