This one was called: The final final frontier…

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(or);… To boldly go where no Chihuahua has gone before…

Yes, that is indeed our friend Stimpy in a Star Trek uniform, zapping Ren the Klingon with a phaser, painted on a pink t-shirt. I love you, multimedia…  The scan is not that good, and no, that is not Ren’s boy-bits sticking out the side of his skeleton as he disintegrates. It is supposed to be his intestines. The shirt looks better in person.

Speaking of boldly going… (where no… small dog has gone before?)… I have boldly claimed that I do almost every type of art that there is. I do admit that I have not taken up marble statue carving… yet… and I do not paint pictures of nude women… (although if I get any volunteers to be a model, I’m not saying I might not give it a try… if my wife will let me)…

But once again I have thought to myself that it is unfair to those of you who are following me now to keep showing all my earliest, and therefore less than stellar, work while I keep you waiting for the good stuff.

So just to mix things up, I took an art-type that I haven’t shared with you yet, and I am starting with my best work in that medium and going backwards to my earlier attempts.

For a short while, oh, back twenty-something years ago, I started playing with t-shirt paints. I started a little business I called Art Co… (clever, I know)… I made maybe 100 dollars, but I had a lot of fun.

Are you beginning to get an idea of what it is like inside my twisted mind yet?