Tag: Sad Monster

06.30.23

06.30.23

Been a minute since a Sad Monster appeared.

Thicc

Thicc

Just shaking off some cobwebs.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year

Good morning 2022, as we continue to creep stupidly to the end of all humanity. As I mentioned yesterday, the IP-based sketches will be taking a back seat to me trying to flex some more creative muscles (I hope). This is one step toward that. I’ve done this a couple times before where I have …

Continue reading

41

41

For 11 years, I have posted something on my birthday. Mostly art, usually an accompanying text piece about how sad I am. This will be one of those. Maybe it’s a birthday thing, I dunno. But, the suicidal thoughts came back pretty hard last week. A lot has changed in the last year, but so …

Continue reading

1162

1162

1000. Self-Loathing Narcissist

1000. Self-Loathing Narcissist

I’m a self-loathing narcissist. I hate myself, I think everything I do is awful, and a waste of everyone’s time. Over and over again, I am proven to be correct in this assessment. For the last month, I have been trying to sell my merchandise over my store with all proceeds intended to go to …

Continue reading

954

954

The Sad Monster returns.

912a. War of the Roses

912a. War of the Roses

Hey! I’ve been posting artist sketch cards since March. That’s kind of crazy. Well, they stopped today, and tomorrow, of course is the beginning of 100 Kirbys. But before we get to that, I figured I’d post this bonus piece. I’ve been working on this for a few weeks now (when I shoulda been drawing …

Continue reading

647. Sad Monster

647. Sad Monster

As most folks may know, I am The Sad Monster. It has sort of become my alter ego over the last year and a half/two years. The Sad Monster has also sort of become my artistic through-line, purpose, identity, and calling card. A self-portrait is the saddest monster I could draw. This is the 2nd …

Continue reading

558 (38)

558 (38)

Today is my 38th birthday. I am going through my 2nd nervous breakdown in a year, I hate my job, I’m still heartbroken, painfully lonely, I’m broken, broke, and full of rage. My anxiety is turning into agoraphobia. I’ve begun to cut people out of my life and as of this past week I’ve disassociated …

Continue reading