Seriously, don’t let my interest in military history worry you… when my obsession with my own face is obviously much more troubling from a psychological standpoint…
Just name the picture…
This one was originally intended as an advertisement for my custom t-shirt business… I did posts about that little endeavor… That is my friend Joey on the left. (Oh, he is the one who just had the baby, and I did those pictures a few weeks ago of me holding the baby, but changed the baby into a turkey and a mini me and something else to preserve her anonymity). I took the picture of Joey wearing one of the shirts I made… I didn’t tie dye it, I just did the little skulls which you can barely see in this picture.
After the t-shirt business went belly up, I had the photo, so I cut him out and for some weird reason I cut a picture of Adolf Hitler out of some magazine, then put his head on Joey’s body, and then put a drawing of my head… from back when I had long hair… onto Hitler’s body.
I then glued both of us onto a gold piece of paper. And added some more of the t-shirt paint to make my hair look 3-D.
No, I don’t know why I do this kind of stuff. I have crack squirrels in my head… and I once printed up a bunch of copies of a bunch of pictures and drawings of me so I could do weird things with all those little pictures of my head.
Welcome to the place where crack squirrels and multimedia intersect… the inside of my head.
Pouring My Art Out 
Squirrel!
HA!
Getting Jiggy Wit’ It
I always do
I vote for Doobster’s title.
I think I do too
You are hilariously brilliant…lol
yay
Art Wacks Hitler
I should have smacked him while I had the chance.
Loved this…..Very crafty and artsy….:)
thanks
You are working hard today! I agree with Doobster – he wins this one
that may well be
Artolf Hippie?
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
After I posted my comment I thought of a better way of saying it: Artolf Hipster.
I like the first one better, the doob wins
you might be right
Oh yeah
They say brilliance sits on a very thin fence between crazy and creative genius! AND sometimes it’s really really difficult to know what yard they have fallen in at any given time!
as long as all the king’s horse’s and all the king’s men can put me back together,,,