ART to the FACE! Issue 29 May 2026
Teeth Out, Hands Dirty. A Monthly zine of my Artwork.
Every month I put out ART TO THE FACE, my digital sketchbook zine—because if I don’t dump the chaos somewhere, it just lives in my skull rent-free and starts breaking furniture. This isn’t a “best of.” This is the workshop: the doodles, the panels, the character bruises, the notes, the experiments, the stuff that later mutates into FWACATA, FUGLY, VIGIL, Dragonbreath, and whatever cursed idea sneaks in while I’m not looking.
Issue No. 29 comes in hot, loud, and a little unhinged. The cover is pure May energy: a big, red, wide-eyed head with clenched teeth—like the exact facial expression you make when life taps you on the shoulder and says, “Hey… remember consequences?” while your brain screams, “COOL COOL COOL.”
Inside, you get a full-page intro rant that sets the tone like a boot to the chest: life is going to swing, the month is going to swing, and you’re either going to swing back—or get dragged. That’s the FWACATA posture: laugh, curse, make the work anyway.
Then it pivots into visuals: moody ink-wash gravestones and a windswept hill like a fantasy postcard from the edge of town (the kind of place a hero gets buried, and a villain gets remembered). After that, we shift into FUGLY territory with a lineup-style character sheet—full-on “case file” vibes with height chart energy and that thick, noir-ish shade work. It’s the kind of page that reminds you: even the comedy characters in FWACATA look like they’ve done time.
And because this is my sketchbook, you also get the messy middle: character scribbles, weird little creatures, notes-to-self, dumb jokes, and drawings that exist purely to keep my hand sharp and my brain honest. There’s sexy pin-up practice, there’s cartoon nonsense, there’s “I just had to get this out” pages—because the point of a sketchbook isn’t perfection, it’s momentum.
Then we hit the real-world punch: a full-page nuclear rant about getting TeePublic nuked from orbit with the kind of vague corporate non-answer that makes you want to bite through drywall—followed by the only logical conclusion: fine, I’ll build my own lane and keep moving.
That’s what ART TO THE FACE is: proof-of-life. A monthly “still here” flare. A behind-the-scenes look at what I’m making, what I’m thinking, what I’m testing, and what I’m refusing to let die.
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See you next month. Bring snacks. And maybe a helmet.
