Airbrushed Skull Art

Today's Skeletal Spotlight shines on:
A Wicked Airbrushed Skull
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"Hurry up and paint me, my face is aching holding this pose!"
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Airbrush artists don't get much respect from the art community. You won't see very many examples of airbrush artwork hanging in a museum gallery. You won't even find them on sale at Dollar General on the shelf with the shrink-wrapped, cardboard-mounted pictures in plastic frames. You'll mostly see them at motorcycle shows, arts & crafts booths and mall kiosks on T-shirts. Like their poor kissing-cousins, black velvet paintings, they're the black sheep of the art family. Yet, when it comes to skull artwork, you will seldom find better or cooler versions than the airbrushed kind.

So, at the risk of appearing low-class (this blog, low-class? Never!), I'm featuring a few crypt-kicking images from around the web. Hang up your hat, kick off your boots, pop a cold one and enjoy!

"So, cutie... wanna come up to my loft apartment and see my airbrushings?"
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Only an airbrush stencil but cool anyway. Wait a minute... they use a stencil? Say it ain't so!
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"Smoke gets in your eyes..."
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The owner of the bike with the above artwork gets ready to hit the road.

"Smoking kills? Bah... I smoked for years and look at me!"
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And... saving one of the best for last. And there you have it, all this was nearly a full 30 seconds of mildly entertaining diversion for today. Now, get back to work, slacker!

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Skull Bike

The skeletal spotlight shines this time on:

The Murdercycle


Death doesn't ride in on a bike: it IS a bike!

It would take a special kind of dude to ride this bike.

Unless you started out like this:

And ended up like this:

...then you better not even try it. You will die. Horribly.

It's said that on a full moon the bike rides around on it's own without a rider.
Frankly, I'd be surprised if it didn't.

Even Ghost Rider wouldn't try to ride this bike, for fear of being upstaged by it. He'd look a little redundant. And nobody, but nobody, would have the guts to tell you that it looks a little gay riding nestled up against the butt bone.

The next Terminator Skynet sent didn't need to steal a bike; it could turn into one.

"I'll be back."

If you ever run across this bike, snap some pictures and be thankful that it didn't run across you first. Cause this thing brakes for no-one.

Here's a page with more pictures:

http://hackedgadgets.com/2006/11/11/skull-bike/

The Death Wheelers

The skeletal spotlight shines this time on:
The Death Wheelers poster

"Get outta the way, bimbos! A giant skull is chasing us!"

Tagline: "Ride With the Living Dead!"

Once in a blue moon a horror movie shambles onto the scene that transcends the limits of it's small budget to join the classics in the pantheon of horror movies that will live forever. The fright it provokes in the back of your brain, dragged from the primitive depths of the pool of unspoken fears, rises like a skeletal hand to grab you by the throat and throttle you with terror.

This kind of film assails you with images that etch themselves like acid onto your memory, only to arise unbidden from the vault of the subconscious in the dead of night, to waken you with a sweat-drenched scream. The after-effects cling to your mind like the stench of the tomb, causing your peripheral vision to catch sight of things in the dark that you are too afraid to turn your full gaze upon, lest they become real.

"The Evil Dead" is just such a film.

On the other hand, here's a cool skull-oriented poster for the 1971 film "The Death Wheelers," also known as "Psychomania." I suspect it has more in common with "Werewolves on Wheels." Which is why I don't feel underprivileged or deprived having never seen it. If you have seen it and want to review it in the comments section, feel free.

"Hey, watch, guys! I'm riding with one hand!"

And they watched 3D movies every time they got together.

Now, excuse me, my ham sandwich is getting lonesome.