Tophat
142 creative works found
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Acrylic painting on board.
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This here is a guy I came up with some weeks ago, and I think I will knock up a couple of pix with this guy.. Open for suggestions to name and texture (read life story, background and such)....
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16×20 colored pencil and ink on a grey matboard. Original is sold. / This was done around 20 years ago also and was an experiment. Seems I did a lot of experimenting 20 years ago!!
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model: aer agrey
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The small print says – “Just don’t make an exhibition of yourself”.
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Meet Maximillion von Billions
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Pigeon + top hat + monocle + pipe = awesome Dark version: /
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Pigeon + top hat + monocle + pipe = awesome Light version: /
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And lady stardust sang her songs of darkness and disgrace.
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for the London Calling challenge /
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acrylic on canvas
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In a very large family, fading into the wallpaper is a real possibility, especially if one hovers somewhere in the middle of the sibling line-up. And in a family of 12? You’re lucky if anyone remembers your name. Obscurity was never even a remote possibility for Sarah McFinnegan, however. Her birth order (6th) was the first and last ordinary thing about her. As a small child, her first utterance was a complete sentence – in German, no less, that she had apparently picked up from the groundskeeper. That was actually less remarkable than one might think given that she was often found crawling around in the rich, fragrant dirt of the azalea beds, carefully examining all the creatures she found there. While her siblings dreamed of dolls, games, sporting equipment and sweets, Sarah’s desires were a bit more cryptic: “I’d like a protractor, a slide rule and a really good crescent wrench, please.” The same circumstances which could have relegated Sarah to obscurity, in actuality, helped preserve her vivid uniqueness – ironing out the individual personality peculiarities of a brood as large as the McFinnegan’s was a luxury her parents could ill-afford. So if Sarah favored sleeping in the carriage house, or standing up to do that which most little girls sit down to accomplish (“Rethink the tights” was her father’s only remark), or somehow nurturing a garden snail to heretofore unseen proportions, who had the time or inclination to intervene? At least that’s one explanation of how Sarah’s peculiar hobbies went relatively unnoticed for so long. Besides, nothing could prepare most families for looking out the window during Sunday dinner only to see one of their own motoring down the street astride a steam-powered 130 pound garden snail with wheels. “Mein Gott!” shouted the groundskeeper “So that’s what’s become of all my cabbages!” Sarah is shown here riding her wheeled gastropod, Sprocket, who has been thoughtfully fitted with his own goggles. She is wearing mechanized moth wings of her own invention, as well as a Retractable Umbrella Hat. Another companion, a mechanized dragonfly, darts about nearby. / This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2008. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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At the masquerade ball held at her favorite boite, La Grenouille Grincheuse (“The Grumpy Frog”), Mathilde d’Asperge contemplates giving in to temptation. Ah, the allure of the Green Fairy, who could resist? Surely the dashing Duke Throbbleton would see her home safely should she become…indisposed. He hadn’t seemed to mind last week, but then again, she was a bit fuzzy on the details. Just a small glass or two and she would be just in time for a midnight ride on the enthralling Royal Hippodrome, ballooning under a crescent moon as Paris lay glittering beneath her feet! You, of course, are most cordially invited to join her…
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Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you let your standards drop /
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Oh what a lovely tea party.\ /
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Model – Sally
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Even as a small girl, Lucinda’s passion for millinery was immediately apparent. As a small tot, the lovely, quiet little girl put absolutely everything on her head and wore it about. Buckets, bowls, wastepaper baskets, lampshades – even pancakes were not safe from her deep need for headwear. Usually a rather solemn child, nothing brightened little Lucinda’s countenance like an unlikely object balanced precariously on her tiny head. As she grew, her efforts became more elaborate and she constructed origamically engineered masterpieces out of the New York Times and fanciful confections out of bits of lace, satin and felt. Her obsession with millinery was equaled only by her affection for all things aquatic, an affinity that became glaringly apparent when she perpetrated a swift kick in the shin against a distant but wealthy relative as he tucked in to an outsized lobster tail. Such all-consuming passions coupled with introversion can prove socially problematic even for strikingly attractive young ladies, but Lucinda seemed to bear it no mind. She simply tucked her sketchbook under her arm and decamped for the aquarium, where she whiled away endless hours designing headwear by the watery blue glow of the undersea exhibit. It was there that she happened to make the acquaintance of the dashing, handsome and equally odd Captain Lucien Octavio (see “Adventures of Capt. Octavio”). He wasn’t a captain yet, of course, but how could he help but be utterly smitten by a lovely young lady with a small coral reef artfully stitched to her cloche? He called for Lucinda as soon as he got his first ship, the Marinus Profundis, and they were wed on Octavio’s famous deep sea expedition to the Marianas Trench. The newlyweds each gained additional companionship on that trip, and Lucinda named hers Olive. Lucinda immediately set to work creating hats that would allow the Octavios’ cephalopodic companions to accompany them anywhere, and what magnificent chapeaux they were! Elaborate gauges and pumps ensured Olive’s moist comfort, and the octopus proved quite indispensable as a hat-making assistant. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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Clothilde supposed she had no one to blame but herself. She was always too timid and whenever she was out with friends and the absinthe was ordered, she would demurely decline their offers even though she was dying to try it. She had heard such fascinating but frightening stories of revelry and debauchery! So decline she had again, this very evening and had said her goodbyes to her already glassy-eyed mates to make her way home to her quiet little flat. Hurrying home, berating herself for her lack of adventuresome spirit, Clothilde almost scuttled straight past a store she had never seen before. This was odd because the building was very old, almost crumbling in places, and an eerie green light illuminated a faded sign reading “Mme. Hypnotique’s Apothecary”. It had started to drizzle and Clothilde told herself that she was just stepping inside to get out of the rain for a moment. She barely had time to take in the shelves upon shelves of dust covered bottles before the surprisingly elegant chemist materialized beside her. She thrust a bottle of absinthe in Clothilde’s hands and whispered urgently in French, “Be careful!” Then she was gone in a blur of long dark hair and a cloud of essence of anise before Clothilde could even ask after the price. She carefully laid a few francs on the counter and made her way home. She remembered fetching some sugar cubes and a pitcher of water, but nothing much after that. And now, here she was, perched on a crescent moon in a green night sky with black bird wings sprouting from her shoulders. Maybe this is why Maman always said one should never drink alone… This original artwork is copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright is not transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – image cannot be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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Knoxville the kitten. August 2007.
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All underwater images here limited edition of 15, signed / Hahnemuehle Bamboo art paper 60×80cms @ / $390.- / please contact me directly / jess.tremp@gmail.com other limited edition prints here
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An update of an old work. I’ve refreshed it just in time for Steamcon, in Seattle at the end of the month! To see the original version, and find resource credits – look HERE “Temperance is simply a disposition of the mind which binds the passions..” Aquinas / —-—-—-—-——-
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abstract early man landscape series / view larger
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