Vincent Van Ghastly

I've always felt that my forays into oil painting have been rather hideous or tedious affairs. Most of my older paintings should have been destroyed after their creation. 80% of all my output as a painter has been pure shit...but the 20% that has been funny...the strange and sarcastic ...perhaps that crap is worthy of survival...this is one of the 20%. I traded this painting for a word processor in the late eighties.

These days my oil-painted monstrosities solely focus on the oddball theme of fake Mexican pulp novel cover art. In this concept I have found my calling in both technique and subject matter. I now like my paintings because they are truly absurd. They still aren't good paintings, but now they have no reason to be...now they are ABSURD paintings. You can throw any bullshit you so desire onto a fake Mexican pulp novel cover, literally ANYTHING...werewolves, buxom women, ghosts, aliens, cowboys, you name it. Previously the only painting of mine that I ever kept was my oil portrait of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre family...now I can't fathom parting with any of these new, ugly monstrosities I've created.