Psycho Bunny Wishes You A Happy 2019 – Not…

Beginning the new year of 2018 with a Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. However. Allow me to be slightly candid.

It just seems as almost everyone couldn’t wait for 2018 to be over. Basically 2018 was a year of disappointments. It wasn’t all bad – there was good times during the year. I think going to all those concerts, especially during the summer was among some of the high points. Did loads of new artwork, and landed some good commissions. On the personal front, that’s when things went sour. Five people from different periods of my life died during the course of 2018. Out of the five, two were formerly close friends, while one was from the present. Attending the latter’s funeral just reminded me of my own mother’s passing in 2015. There was a lot of betrayal. My arm became flexible as I had to take a few knives out of my back. Then there was the discovery that I was being used.

Not pulling the victim card, however. It is what it is. Perhaps that guy who I had met on the Metro North back in October was correct. When he told me that the secret to life “…is not giving a fuck.” If you look at his drunken statement from a Buddhist point of view, it just means not being attached to anything. It makes sense.

2018 stunk to the very end. Right before new year’s eve, some jerk off had the nerve to ask me over the phone if I had “art connections.” Oh. Is that the reason for the conversation? How convenient. My response: “If I had any art connections, I certainly wouldn’t be sharing them with you.”

If you were in NYC, did you go to Times Square to watch the ball drop? I didn’t. No self respecting resident of New York City puts themselves through that. People who live in NYC do not foolishly freeze in the street. We have much better options. We have clubs, we have bars, we have parties, we have friends, or at least friends of friends that will let us crash those parties. Better yet, real New Yorkers will gladly stay at home watching new year eve television coverage while some lame mainstream pop singer lip-syncs some auto tuned song. Because we pay enough money on the rent damnit! So we’re gonna stay under the bed sheets and get our money’s worth! If a native New Yorker does go to Times Square, it’s this. It would be at some party on the 23rd floor with the perfect window view laughing at the tourists below. We’re going to munch on the free buffet while the open bar has top shelf liquor, thank you very much. So the fact is, only silly tourists will stand in Times Square in the cold rain while they pee in their pants. If you were one of these silly tourists, I hope you catch the flu.

Okay. Let’s say you get some cabin fever and decide to go out after all. To bring in 2019, I went to a Goth party in Bushwick. We were having a good time at first. The music was good. Slowly the annoying hipsters crept in. Two such drunks came up from behind us on the dance floor. How could we forget them, for they blew into a Viking ox horn near our ears. You know these millennials would not survive one second in Ragnarok. No, I don’t mean Marvel’s version of Thor.

Anyway, these douchey millennials show up. One guy took off his coat. Once he did that, we could smell the B.O. He stood on the dance floor with his unkempt hair and beard. Looking more like an early ’90s Grunge reject with his flannel shirt as he drank his beer. Is it suddenly edgy not to shower? At this point, the body odor could not be ignored. He wasn’t homeless, nor was he a chaos punk squatter. He was some hipster schmuck that probably lived in some gentrified apartment formerly rented to some working class family. Maybe even in an area that used to be heavily ethnic. Then he had the nerve to show up in a sub-cultural party, particularly a party from one of my favorite sub cultures, smelling like a pig trough. Dude had no reason not to take a bath.

Hey. At least my last meal of 2018 was a nice sushi dinner.

If you come this far, thanks for reading my rants.

Now here’s Psycho Bunny, since he’s recovered from his hangover…

Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. Psycho Bunny celebrates the new year of 2019 with booze and bitterness. Based on the comic written and drawn by Michele Witchipoo, on WitchesBrewPress. Jan. 2019.

 

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It’s Back! Psycho Bunny Sketch of The Week For Jan. 8th, 2018. (Along With A Brief Update)

Yes, I know, I know. It’s been a while since posting the weekly Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. In fact, there was a whole bunch of sketches to be posted back from October or November, but life got very busy.

In 2016, my handmade holiday tree ornaments did very well. In 2017, despite purchasing large quantities of materials, only managed to make only a few. As stated previously, life got very busy. Didn’t have the time to create a whole new batch. Although I couldn’t make it to any craft fairs this past season, my friend offered to let me sell some of my ornaments in her new salon. The Steampunk Cthulhu design sold out for a second year in a row. As of this posting, there’s also no more handmade Bowie ornaments left. In a way, crafting is hard work, so I didn’t miss it too much. My focus has been more towards new projects, such as putting out new comics.

Yet I did manage to create my own Krampus door plaque, which hung outside my apartment door. Amazing what glue gun skills can do.

Alright, so I indulged a bit. The year 2017 was spent catching up on concerts. There was Adam Ant, Front 242, Gary Numan and finally, Television. Adam Ant was fun, but there was a slight disappointment. As he was performing, you could tell he was doing it for the money. Adam Ant blatantly rushed through the entire Kings of The Wild Frontier album, revealing his heart wasn’t into it. Even if he brought back having two drummers on stage, just like he had during his heyday. On the other end of the spectrum, Gary Numan was absolutely amazing. Just everything about that show was brilliant. It’s very obvious that Numan still loves what he does. His set was a mixture of both old and new songs.  Unsurprisingly, the crowd went crazy for the classics. The most well known album The Pleasure Principle was almost performed in its entirely. Even threw in a few Tubeway Army ditties. So Gary Numan was my favorite concert of 2017, followed by a tie of Front 242 and Television. It was my second time seeing Front 242 live. Guessing that my first time was way back in 1991. Television was a good way to end 2017. My friend pointed out that he thought Radiohead might’ve been influenced by Television. Afterwards out of curiosity, I binged on various Radiohead songs.

Netzach Wondercat, aka Nettie

There was some upheaval in 2017, but it all worked out in the end. Finally got the luxury of having my own ‘art studio’. So I appointed my two cats as my “art assistants.” After some inspection, Netzach Wondercat wasn’t impressed. Meanwhile Squeaky Squeakums demanded an early lunch.

There were some Inktober sketches I never got around to posting, but it’s too late now. Moving forward, here’s a new Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. Everyone’s favorite alcoholic rabbit complaining as always. So don’t forget to click “like” for the two Facebook pages: Psycho Bunny and WitchesBrewPress. Also on Twitter under two accounts: MicheleWitchipo and MrPsychoBunny. On Instagram there’s WitchipooArt. There’s a few other social media accounts, but let’s just get to the quick sketch.

Happy new year everyone.

The Psycho Bunny sketch of the week for Jan. 8th, 2018. Based on the comic written and drawn by Michele Witchipoo, on WitchesBrewPress. Official FB page: https://www.facebook.com/PsychoBunnyComix/

Playboy: Psycho Bunny Sketch of The Week.

The other day, Hugh Hefner, founder and publisher of Playboy magazine died at age 91. Hefner created a million dollar empire, becoming a pop icon in the process.

Not being in the millennial generation, Hugh Hefner was a symbol of hedonism, erotica, and freedom. During my childhood, I discovered my father’s slash of Playboy. Perhaps it was the taboo element of the magazine, but I loved the thrill of looking through those magazine. Of course I was caught, thus the magazines quickly disappeared.

As I became an adult, I continued to be fascinated by Hugh Hefner, and other personalities similar to him, such as Hustler publisher Larry Flynt. In my early twenties, I also learned about ‘alternative’ porn such as the lesbian magazine On Our Backs. Chance meeting with the authors of Sleazoid Express back in the ’90s turned my interest to vintage exploitation and Times Square filth. Learned even more with the book Tales of Times Square.

However, never forget reality. Erotica and porn is a complex dark world. You’re dealing with various human beings who are chewed up and spit out once their purpose is served. Was Hugh Hefner really a symbol of American hedonism and free speech, or was he just nothing more than a sleazy opportunist who didn’t respect women?

The truth was Hugh Hefner was both. Not so much of a hedonist, but rather a controversial symbol of the American Dream.

On one hand he was a symbol of free speech, and civil rights. From 1969 – 1970 he had a television show called Playboy After Dark. The Playboy Jazz Festival still continues to this day.

Along the years Playboy published content from writers, illustrators and cartoonists. Dan DeCarlo was known for his pin-ups. Yes, that same Dan Decarlo who created Josie and The Pussycats for Archie Comics. Harvey Kurtzman was another cartoonist. Writer Ray Bradbury had his classic novel Fahrenheit 451 serialized in Playboy from March to May 1954.

On the other hand, he did publish photos without consent. The very first issue of Playboy was launched thanks to non-consented photos of Marilyn Monroe. The story goes that Monroe being broke posed for a nudie calendar. Using an alias, she only got paid $50 for the photo session. The photographer later sold these same photos to Hefner for $500. The rest is history.

Later on, Playboy continued the trend of publishing photos without the person’s consent. Celebrities such as Madonna, and Vanessa Williams had their nude likeness exposed in without their consent. Vanna White was a personal friend of Hefner, but her nude photos were published regardless of her approval.

More of Hefner’s disregard of women were uncovered following the days after Hefner’s death. Time Magazine, New York Times, Salon, and other mainstream news sources didn’t exactly publish obituaries in a nice light. They weren’t exactly wrong either. Hefner built his entire empire based on exploiting women – although in the end, he wasn’t worth as much.

Yet it was Playboy magazine that many artists (such as myself) who used those same photographs as reference material while learning to draw.

Another irony. It was a 1985 Boy George interview published in Playboy that helped my friend “come out” to his mother about his attraction to men. This same friend also forgave me cause he lent me the interview and I lost it…oops.

Today in the post-millennial internet age, Playboy is quite tame compared to the free online porn readily accessible. Also, people will always look at naughty photos. People are visual creatures. Regardless of gender, sexuality, etc., people will always objectify each other. Objectification is psychological. It may not be correct behavior, but it’s a fact. In the end it’s up to us to responsible for our own behavior. Even if it’s easier said than done.

Recently I had a conversation with someone about seeing things black and white, as opposed to looking from a grey perspective. Playboy is a perfect example of why things are not always so black or white. Playboy was a huge splat of grey.

May Hugh party in his Playboy mansion in the afterlife. Although buying a plot next to Marilyn Monroe was straight-up old man creepy.

Here’s the Psycho Bunny sketch of the week.

Psycho Bunny embodies the Playboy lifestyle. Oct. 2017. Based on the comic Psycho Bunny written and drawn by Michele Witchipoo on WitchesBrewPress.

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Psycho Bunny Sketch of The Week – Solar Eclipse Aug. 21st, 2017

It’s been almost a month since posting a new Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. Again, life got extremely busy, but this time in a good way. Now I’m getting back to schedule, with the latest Psycho Bunny weekly sketches. Just in time for the solar eclipse, happening today as of this posting, Aug. 21st, 2017.

Psycho Bunny’s plans during the Aug. 2017 solar eclipse. Based on the comic written and drawn by Michele Witchipoo. Monday August 21st, 2017. 

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Thoughts of 2016 – The Psycho Bunny Sketch of The Week

WARNING: Strong language – NSFW

You know you feel the same way too…even if 2017 seems scarier.

Introducing the Psycho Bunny sketch of the week.

How Psycho Bunny feels about 2016. The Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. Based on the comic written and drawn by Michele Witchipoo, published on WitchesBrewPress. Dec. 2016.

The usual plugs. Don’t forget to like the Psycho Bunny Comix Facebook page. There’s also the WitchesBrewPress FB page for my other illustration work. Till next time.

Commander Cheetos Greeting Card (NSFW)

I was being nice with the title of this blog post.

For this blog, I’ve more or less stayed away from politics, except for the webcomic Shitty Mickey and occasional mentions of Occupy Wall Street. That was way back when, however. In late 2016, it’s a whole other matter. What 2017 will bring is very unnerving.

Getting to the point, I’m not happy with the current president-elect. I think he’s unfit for office, and a very dangerous man. The last thing you need to read is yet another blog offering up political opinions. So I’ll let the below image speak for itself.

WARNING: NOT SAFE FOR WORK (NSFW)

I was aiming for tacky, lewd and orange. Oh, and the hashtag I got from Instagram. So thanks Instagram.

Who knows what 2017 will bring. Perhaps the electoral college will change their votes, or he will get impeached. Pence, his VP is actually worse, but Pence is also a career politician – also less likely to press that red nuclear button. Following Pence is Paul Ryan. Basically we’re doomed.

Never have I been so grateful to live in a blue state in all my life.

In general, 2016 has been a wretched year. For me personally, it’s been kind. On an international level, not so much. What’s worse is for all the nonsense news we hear such as Kayne West meeting up with Trump, Aleppo was being bombed. Hell, I even surprised myself by shedding a tear for Mohammad Alaa Jaleel. He’s better known as “The cat man of Aleppo.” If you don’t know who he is, you should. A fellow cat lover who risked his life to help care of all the stray and abandoned cats in war torn East Aleppo. He has everything to lose and nothing to gain by taking care of these animals, but he has something that’s becoming increasingly rare today – compassion. If anyone deserves the Noble Peace Prize, it’s him.

Enough of my soap box. I’ve made greeting cards out of that repulsive image that resembles Cheetos man. I’m NOT going to be selling these cards at every future event. If I decide to, i’ll be very selective as to where. Regardless, these will be available on demand. If you want this card, you can send $3.00 to PayPal. Some of the proceeds from this card will be donated to charity. Just haven’t decided which one as of yet. Maybe it’ll be a feminist organization, an LGBT group, or for Standing Rock, or towards the Cat Man of Aleppo. As long as it’s a reputable charity. We’ll see how many are actually sold. Regardless. Buy a card for someone you loathe.

#trumpsucksballs greeting card. Dec. 2016.

For the past month, I’ve been passing this wall inside the Union Square subway station in NYC. Here’s some of the photos I’ve taken. I also added to this Post-It wall. Some of the Post-It notes are now being archived.

You can kinda tell which ones I did. And yeah…I did the testicles one too.

  2016 has been an overwhelming year. It’s enough to make anyone misanthropic. So before I go, I’ll leave you with this meme. Cause if you’re going to be misanthropic, make sure it’s everyone equally.

Truth

Here’s a candid blog post for you.

In my life, out of everyone I’ve met, only two or three have been completely honest. Honest with themselves, and with others. My mother was the most honest person I knew. She couldn’t lie even if she wanted to.

Well, except for one thing. She was lying to herself about how happy she was with my father.

Anyway. Due to this, I now realize I was never prepared to deal with chronic liars, or manipulators. Everything I learned in this department, was learned the hard way. I’m still learning. Being vulnerable is a dangerous place to be.

So why am I bringing this up? Recently someone asked “Do you believe everything that you’re told?” Not necessarily. I don’t believe the media. I don’t believe politicians. Hell, I don’t even believe the MTA will be running on time. You see, I’m actually quite cynical, except when it comes to matters of the heart. Playing with someone’s emotions is one of the cruelest things you can do. Nonetheless it happens every second of the day. It’s almost accepted now, as a means of survival. That’s the scariest part. As well as the saddest. Humanity is a beast. Thus the older one gets, the more illusions crumble. 

The person who had asked me that question was a chronic liar himself. The trickster is not always the funniest.

Pen and digital color. Drawn and illustrated by Michele Witchipoo, Feb., 19th, 2015.

 

Mother Destruction

Had this phone conversation the other night. Something he said had really disturbed me.

I’m not going to reveal my age, but let’s just say that if I had wanted a child, time is running out. Got to thinking about how fast life goes by, and with that, it hit me unexpectedly hard. Strangely, I started to ponder…what it would like to be a mother. Then I got depressed about how much was wasted in relationships that went nowhere, etc. You see, life is too short after all.

I began drawing this personal piece. Decided to call it ‘Mother’ for now, although ‘Mother Destruction’ fits better. It also came to mind cause Mother Destruction is also a name of a Neofolk/Electronica band. The dystopian elements were added after listening to Sopor Aeternus during the afternoon. Not music to play where you’re feeling particularly moody, but it proved to be a good influence on this drawing :

Beginning of Mother sketch, Feb. 2015. Drawn by Michele Witchipoo.

Without color, Mother sketch done Feb. 2015.

Pen and digital color. Drawn and illustrated by Michele Witchipoo, Feb., 19th, 2015.

Summer Wrap-Up

Summer 2012 is almost over. Quite an interesting past few months. Actually, quite an interesting year. Well, for me anyway.

Speaking candidly, I feel as if I’m at some sort of crossroad, or crossroads. Whatever decisions I make won’t be easy, and could possibly effect many others around me.

Although I semi-joke about being misanthropic, deep down inside I don’t wish people any ill will.

I often wonder about where I’m going with my schooling, my art, politics in general, etc. Observing other people, I start to worry. It seems for every step forward, we also take a step backward. Fear of change? Sheep mentality? Who knows? All I know is that if Mitt Romney gets elected as president, the US will be going to hell in a hand basket. Obama wasn’t my first choice either, but right now it’s definitely a battle between the lesser of the two evils.

Anyway…what I did manage is to get my work exhibited a few times. Back in June, I was invited by someone to take part in the Bushwick Open Studios weekend. However, after the first night, my instincts started to kick in. Saturday afternoon I pulled my artwork down, and it was just in the nick of time. Afterwards, I had my ink drawings and paintings shown at a local place, The Hi-5 in Ridgewood, Queens. Luckily, that was more successful.

In addition, I contributed artwork for some horror comic book anthology, which should be released this Fall. Possibly October. Soon word came down that my request regarding a professional pass for the New York Comic Con 2012 was accepted.

Mostly though, I was exhausted, taking a much needed break. Spent most nights putting about on Facebook, painting while simultaneously checking out all the cat memes on my news feed.

Some good came out of it though. Made some friendships, with one being a (hopefully) deep connecting one. This friendship is what I’m eluding to, when I speak about being on some sort of crossroads. Who knows?

Whatever the outcome, eventually I have to grow up…somewhat.

Forgot what I had named this piece. Space Stripper? Anyway, this was shown at the Space Art Porn show at the Hi-5. August 201

UPDATE Sept.19th, 2012: The Space Stripper painting seen in the above photo has been sold. If you’re interested in purchasing my other work, please contact me via email. Witchipoo@witchesbrewpress.net

Memento Mori Pencil Sketch Sept. 2010

Did this quick pencil sketch over the weekend, trying to work on my shading. Pencils used was 2B and HB. Here’s the result:

Memento Mori Pencil Sketch, Sept. 2010. Drawn by Michele Witchipoo