G'journey, Art Monkeys! Where my other 'poccies at?

For those of you without access to a calendar, Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School came into existence just a little over five years ago. To celebrate our continued destruction of civilization, we hosted an apocalypse-themed session. This was possibly our biggest session ever, featuring more models than I can name, including Katelan Foisy, Amber Ray, Rogizoid, Nik Sin, Lillet St. Sunday, Kat Mon Dieu, Ariel Wolf, Lux Berlin, and the ones whose names I've forgotten! But you don't have to take my word for it. Justin Lussier took pictures.

The Whore of Babylon was there, symbolizing the ancient city and all of its excess, hedonism, and debauchery, which apparently St. John the Divine thought was a bad thing. Johnny, I just don't get you.

This costume was inspired by the Mad Max films. I'm pretty sure Mel Gibson never wore anything like this and much more sure that he hates Jews. I did a little research on the subject and found out that Babe: Pig in the City was written and directed by the same guy who wrote and directed Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. Then my brain short-circuited.

Even the gods did not escape unscathed from the apocalypse - as you can see, Kali Ma had to undergo multiple amputations.

Eris was in attendance, too, because we all know that you should invite her to any and all social functions.

Satan, another target for John's irrational bile (seriously, what is with that guy?), was there to supervise. Especially in times of turmoil, it is good to have an authority figure you can trust.

I have some problems with this costume. Ash (from Evil Dead 2) was not involved in the apocalypse. In fact, at the end of that movie, he goes back in time, putting him even further from the apocalypse. On the other hand, by dressing as Bruce Campbell, Ariel automatically wins. I'm not even sure what contest or competition she was involved in. Regardless, she won.

In the cage is the hero of Fallen Earth, Not Bruce Campbell. I have to say, Not Bruce Campbell has got to be just about my second favourite person in the world.

I would make some comment about this costume, but I know better than to fuck with Tank Girl.

I'm sure Tank Girl and Barb Wire had a long discussion about how Hollywood ruins great comic books, then they each shot someone for no clearly explained reason.

Between Ash and Michonne, this session was thoroughly protected against zombie attacks.

A couple of shots of our artists' work, then back to the models.

Even more prevalent than zombies in a post-apocalyptic dystopia is the symbolism, as in this scene where Tank Girl contemplates Aradia Ardor's mortality.

Christy had the eye that she lost in the Great War replaced with a Nuka Cola bottle cap.

Satan turns to Kali in a quiet moment and says, "You're the only one who really understands me." Kali just sighs and looks out on all the doomed souls and thinks of the skulls that will soon be added to her collection.

Here, Babylon the Great tries to talk Kali into a threesome with Shiva.

Dischord doesn't just happen, you know. It takes hours of make-up work each day.

The Road Warrior looks for a Road Thief and a Road Cleric to explore dungeons with.

Sadly, we have run out of pictures. I would like to note that Foley's Six-String Samurai costume was not pictured, but was awesome. Thank you to Molly, Melissa, Justin, John, Foley, Yao, Dolcy, Dennis, Paul, and the Red Lotus Room. Here's to another year of this madness.

-Syd Bernstein