Merry Christmas, Art Martians!
Don't you love Christmas movies? Don't they just bring out the holiday spirit in you? They're such an essential part of the season. Why, with the secularization of America, you would hardly even know when it was Christmas if it weren't for the constant reminders for three months of every year. If there's one thing that we at Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School like more than old-fashioned Christmas movies, it's old-fashioned science fiction. Nothing puts us in the spirit of brotherhood and charity more than robots and time-traveling space monsters. It was only natural, then, that this Christmas, we staged a tribute to the science fiction Christmas classic Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. I know that
Word up, 24 Hour Arty People!
This year, for slightly-before-Halloween, Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School ran a special midnight session at Unicorn Meat's Illumination Party with Delysia La Chatte and Ariel Wolfe. Thank you to Unicorn Meat for having us and Kate Black for taking pictures.
Greeting Art Humans
Recently, our spaceship was commandeered by a killer robot from outer space - a sexy killer robot from outer space. That's right, it was time for our Battlestar Galactica session. Fortunately, our crew had been trained in the habits of robots by watching all six Star Wars movies and we knew all about their poorly constructed comic relief antics. Unfortunately, this robot did not fall apart even when hit really hard and seemed more interested in murder than slapstick comedy. So it was that we were overrun by Stormy Leather the cylon. However, it wasn't all bad, as it turns out that the cylons are much better written than any of the robots in our training. Kate Black took photos.
Hello, Sketchniks.
There is nothing cooler or edgier than modern reinterpretations of classic fairy tales. Everyone is doing it and we wanted in. Looking through an old book of Grimms' Fairy Tales, we found the classic story of Snow White was greatly in need of updating. Sure, it's been passed down for generations, but it's missing one very key component: breasts. There is no mention in the entire story of breasts or fancy underwear. I know, every girl dreams of growing up to meet a handsome prince and living happily ever after with him, and about 10% dream that prince has a vagina, but breasts are just about the best part of growing up. Who the hell dreams of growing up and not having breasts? It's stupid and I don't believe it for a moment.
Greetings, Art Combatants!
Do you ever wish that your favourite video game characters were real people you could play with? What are you, 8? Seriously, you're lucky that this session just featured Stella Chuu dressed as Ivy Valentine (of the Soulcalibur franchise), because if Ivy were real and she knew what you wanted to do with her, she would kill you. Kate Black took photographs.
Speaking of Ms. Chuu, do you know who my favourite character from A
Adieu, Art Monkeys.
Recently, Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School had its last session at the Bowery Poetry Club. At the same time we were leaving our home, Raquel Reed was leaving hers. While Dr. Sketchy was merely moving a few blocks downtown, Raquel was moving clear across the country, to the rancid, decaying hellhole of Los Angeles. Naturally, we had to have one last session with Raquel, and, as any jilted lover, we had to express how much we hated California and their stupid everything. Kate Black took pictures.
