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Sunday, December 6, 2015

Horror film directors: Pen and inks: Tobe Hooper, Wes Craven, George Romero, John Carpenter, Dario Argento, David Cronenberg







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Labels: dario argento, david cronenberg, George Romero, john carpenter, Tobe Hooper, wes craven

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Family (Pen and Inks)






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Labels: Dan West, Edwin Neil, Gunnar Hansen, horror art, horror film, Jim Siedow, John Dugan, Texas Chainsaw, The House That Dripped Gore, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Tobe Hooper

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre family portrait in oils

My masterpeice. The only painting of mine that I would never sell.
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Labels: Ed Neil, Gunnar Hansen, horror art, horror film, Jim Siedow, John Dugan, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Tobe Hooper
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Dan West: 1) Contains a minute amount of great white shark DNA 2) Liquifies solid food with regurgitated stomach acids like a giant, human-shaped housefly 3) Seeks the elusive Yeti 4) Make sexy sexy boom boom with nude lady wearing protective helmet and breathing apparatus 5) Point at rainbow in sky for to rejoicing God's magic 6) Paints and draws strange things and likes to string funny words together on this blog and in his numerous books and screenplays. He is the co-writer and co-director of the films Monsturd and its sequel RetarDEAD and the author of the stomach-churning collection of short stories, Homemade Embalming Fluid and the comic horror novel, The House That Dripped Gore
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