Here is a lil WIP shot. I hope everyone is having a chill Friday. Looking forward to finishing this one. .
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#zacharysweet #love #painting #canvas #art #cartoon #lushesbreast #pickledcunt #kissme
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NEW STUDIO DIGS!
Cheers! to new beginnings!
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Over the next month, I will be locked away in “Studio Chaoytl” in East Oakland.
Extremely grateful for the homie @lacocinaloca for his hospitality and ability to crack cold ones.
#zacharysweet #artstudio #forthcomer #painting #art #artist #bloodsweetsandtears (at East Oakland, CA)
GOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING SUNSHINES!!! its a beautiful day to be weird!!!
WBS wrote a lil something about my painting titled “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”
Zachary Sweet
Hunter S. Thompson said, “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” And nothing screams professional weirdness like the pleasantly depraved artwork of Zachary Sweet. There’s something perplexing and almost disturbing about Zachary’s work that is somehow familiar and comforting at the very same time… like a delightfully frightening nightmare that you look forward to drifting into after a dose of too much reality. Zachary’s subjects are ones that seem born out of a wild world of psychotic debauchery and pop culture perversion and will sink their teeth into like a Pollock-splattered vampire from outer space.
The Lion and the Mouse
Once when a Lion was asleep a little Mouse began running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws to swallow him. “Pardon, O King,” cried the little Mouse: “forgive me this time, I shall never forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some of these days?” The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and let him go. Some time after the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search of a wagon to carry him on. Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which the Lion was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. “Was I not right?” said the little Mouse.
Moral of Aesops Fable: Little friends may prove great friends