Saturday, October 22, 2016



It's been a long time since Portland Stink-Eye has been updated with a new piece. Hell, I'm guessing two Hallows Eves have come and gone… Again...  So, in honor of October and Halloween, I've posted some rather dark Prints for sale.

8.5 x 11" $20 US  (2 for $30)
13 x 16"  $30 US  (2 for $40)

Earlier in the year I illustrated the latest manifestation of the Tarokka Deck for the new set of Ravenloft Manuals from D&D, and I'd love to give to the Raphael House any sales that come from my Prints.

An Epic project I illustrated over 50 cards for, many of which can be seen on my FB site.  If you're interested in purchasing a print, please get a hold of me through my Lightpusher site.

More good news;  I'm still selling satirical portraits at each Magic the Gathering event for The Raphael House of Portland, and Tim Shields of Cascade Games held a wonderful charity event, put on specifically for all the Amazing work they do at the Raphael House, at the 2016 Portland Grand Prix!  I just love it when a plan comes together!

It's always great to see all the support streaming about, for this silly satirical blog of mine, and hopefully your 2017 will be one of our best years to date.. =)

Much Love & Stay Tuned..


Sunday, September 28, 2014

Count Stinkula at your service

Count Stinkula, Bela Lugosi
 Graphite on Paper $100
It's been a long time since Portland Stink-Eye has been updated with a new piece. Hell, I'm guessing two Hallows Eves have come and gone. It's been even longer since I've drawn something in graphite with any amount of finish to it, but this one is coming close. This piece began as a short demo in class at the PNCA, to show the graphite sheet method of transfer, and if you're not getting the kind of results in anatomy and proportions that you'd like quite yet, the kind of exacting proportions and detail you can maintain simply by manipulating a photo digitally, then rendering with a tight method of transfer.

So, in honor of October and Halloween 2014, I've drawn this portrait of the Dark King, Ronnie James Dio.  I mean Bela Lugosi!!! Oooooooo.. Bela Lugosi, the Grand Master of Noir, Prince of Evil Vampiric Spookiness, with the kind of mesmerizing Stink-Eye gaze that could make even you give moneys to charity.. Oooooo.. So scary!! Please, someone buy this guy so he'll lay off that eternal Stink-Eye from the corner of my studio. =)

Some good news; more than a couple pieces have sold at Magic the Gathering events for The Raphael House of Portland, I just love it when a plan comes together, and it's great to see all the support streaming about for this mostly stupid and satirical blog of mine. =) Bad news is; I have at least 5 stories that have taken place since the beginning of this blog that need illustrating, but they'll have to wait. How perfectly I've been given the uniquely sour Portland look of disapproval over the last couple months, and how inappropriately and one-sided do I want to portray these random acts of the Stink-Eye. Alas, there's more time for other things, Blessing or Curse.. =)

Much Love & Stay Tuned..

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Oh Captain, my Captain..

In light of all the British tele I've been at during this last string of Magic the Gathering paintings, thought I'd have a post on a couple properly posh British Actors this time around, what?  I've done around 4-5 portraits for the Stink-Eye in the last months, but have been tied up with so much work I haven't had time to do the stories justice.  So, in the mean time, we'll take a gander at the likes of Patrick Stewart, and Frank Thornton!  
Capt. Picard Stink-Eye - 23x30cm (9x12")
Coloured Pencil and White Conte'
Currently sans Signature - $75

It turns that Patrick Stewart was signing at the last ECCC, and schemer that I am; I thought I'd do a portrait, get Sir Patrick to sign it, and then auction it off for the Raphael House.  Alas, after I tried my angles of getting his signature without actually standing in line, (of which there was a substantial one, and with Fox Studios forcing a charge of 75 bills at the end of such line?) the signature was never had.  I'll perhaps still try and get a hold of him, as he does a ton of charity work similar to Raphael House, but I'm putting it up for sale, sans signature for the moment..

I'm an enormous Anglophile. (and a big fan of things English as well) (cheek ;)  Always have been.  I've never traveled, so I can't speak to how I'd dig local social structure, or how they'd dig me, but a good quarter of my genetics attached to Britain and Scotland win out when I'm looking for things to fill my sleep deprived mind.  It started long ago when I got my first taste of Monty Python, and The Young Ones broadcast on Detroit's channels 20 and 56, and has since grown to encompass shows like; Sherlock, Misfits, Downton Abbey, Last of the Summer Wine, As Time Goes By (introduced to me by Pam), and lately Love/Hate (Irish), Luther, and Foyle's War, but also years and years worth of listening to BBC Radio1 celebrity presenter shows like Chris Moyles, Rodd Gilbert (RadioWales), and the brilliantly orange funny-man Scott Mills.

Capt. Peacock Stink-Eye - 20x28cm (8x11")
Coloured Pencil and White Conte' - $75
Funny how venues like Netflix, and Hulu have taken the reins in terms of showing media from across the pond, where before Public Television stations buying out previously aired syndication's was solely responsible for our English influences? That's a good thing to remember, were it not for the pre-80's CBC, we would've never saw any of those shows.. In the beginning, along with Faulty Towers, and Black Adder, there was "Are You Being Served".  A show that I would watch religiously, and admittedly fall asleep to on many of those occasions.  The double' entundre' was exceptional, and the cast seemed to show all the personalities of retail, but the differences in low-brow and high-brow were something I'd distinctly not experienced up until meeting Capt. Peacock, played by Frank Thornton.  Thornton was an actual officer and pilot in the RAF during WWII, so the title was fitting.

So posh was Peacock, that he appeared in every other scene as if there was something foul under his beak, and we loved him for it.  After his passing last month, I did this small caricature of him giving the classic posh Stink-Eye to Mrs. Slocombe, or a  Mr. Humphries.

Hope you dig either or both enough for a contribution, remember if one purchases anything from one's Stink-Eye blog, one's earnings are given in full to the Royal Raphael House of Portland, and God Save the Stink-Eye..  =)

Friday, January 11, 2013

The Walking Stink



Very quick post this time around, Folks.  I've been given some work that's quite pleasantly taking up most of me time, and extraordinarily grateful to get it, especially in this competitive economy of ours.  Although, it doesn't leave a whole lot of time for keepin' my eye out for the local Stink-eye while documenting it for charity, and let me tell you I should be well into 2015 before I run out of those stories that have been piling up. =)

I've started research to create a Characterizations class, that (if there's an angel lookin' out for this poor monkey's hard work when I finish) will run in the schedule for the next school year at the PNCA. =)  So this time, it's a quick look into a character from Kirkman, Moore and Adlard's, Eisner Award winning, The Walking Dead.  This portrait of Michonne, is of course from the AMC adaptation, but while sketching actress Danai Gurira's devastatingly blatant and katana slicing Stink-Eye, I noticed a few things; her furrowed/aggressive brow, and corragator muscle, paired with her lips in a scowl, elongate her face quite a bit.  I looked at a pic of the actress smiling wide, and I was almost mistaken that it was someone else completely? She is a strong character by narrative and action from the moment she appears, but like any character with dreads, she has a constant framing of her facial features. This sort of "bakes" in any expression you give her with high contrast.  A classical noir trait that our brains are wired to focus in on, and with that amount of Stink-Eye popping off, Michonne is bound to draw the viewers eyes wherever she leads them, whether they want to or not!

I hope everyone's having a brilliantly, zombie apocalypse free 2013 so far, and stay tuned for the next installment of seathingly skin rotting, blatantly brutal, and cunningly chiaroscuro'ed  Stink-Eye!

Danai Gurira's Michonne from AMC's Walking Dead
Graphite and Conte' on Paper,
10 x 11in. - $40.oo

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Need more Stink in your Tires?

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Portland's commuter biker culture is like none I've ever seen in any city.. They range from the most brilliantly diverse welded fixed gear double-decker bmx frames, to the lightest and most aerodynamically machined frames that NASA surely played some role in; from trikes to recumbents, to trainer bikes for two, from wicker baskets and bamboo fenders, to faux leopard fur side bags, from little old ladies with wide white walled tires, to triplet prams on wheels, from food carts, to portable DJs, from wedding processions, to night time neon runs lit oop like the bloody fourth of July.!! It's not only something rare and wonderfully individual, it's something I graciously take part in.. I took my old broken down 10 speed with me from Detroit, and I've outfitted it with a leather motorcycle bag I found up Tabor.. I geniunely want to be part of the biker culture, and when my brilliant girlfriend took me to my first REI used gear sale, I fished out some gloves, got a light worth 130 bills for 5, fenders, rack, made a tool kit with wrenches and repair stuff and band-aids and did what I could afford to gear up the old sport, and give it a go as a Portland biker.. excited to be a working member of the community at large..

Capt.Critique of the Laurelhurst Racing Brigade
Gouache on Paper, mounted on hangable board
10 x 20in. - $100.oo
Now as beautiful and wonderfully diverse as the culture might be, bikers are however one of the biggest sources of Portland Stink-eye on the streets today.. Some of it is well warranted and I mourn the white bikes on the corners just as much as the next when I'm driving, and make it a point to share the road, and stay safety conscious of everyone on the streets and in the bike lanes (perhaps to a fault).. but some of it? Wow.. It's just about every time I drive, I get some kind of Stink-eye for something I can't do anything about.. For a quick example of the depths, some bikers reading this might have already taken issue with me using the term "biker" in lieu of another? Folks who have an axe to grind, that use the bicycle as their form to implement it.. (and this is of course different than writing a blog about Stink-eye for basically the same purpose =), but there is at very least a tension between cars and bikes in Portland, and as we'll find, even between bikes and other bikes.. Although I've not seen the episodes of Portlandia, I'm told there's a re-occurring bike messenger character, that coincides nicely with this quarters' story of the Stink-Eye.


In any case, shortly after I'm outfitted with my gear and road worthy, my car breaks down, on a day I need to attend some thesis students' presentations.. But now I have a bike!  I shrug my shoulders, pack the stuff I need, and I'm out the door and moving in the next 5min., no rain forecast, I'm smiling at the day and happy that I'm saving the Sphere by not dumping more crap on it for that day anyway.. I get to school, see the days worth of what would become my awesome mentorships last semester, the helmet hair wasn't even noticed, and at around 3-4pm I head back up the short but moderately hilly ride to Tabor and my apartment.. The car is still busted, but the day was bright and right as rain, so I left my light in the bag..

So, I'm humping up this hill, my heavy bike is hard on my out of shape legs, but I'm as happy as a cat in the sun.. as I'm working up the road (which still feels odd to me, even on side streets with the bike graphic on em), see a fellow biker comrade, sliding down the hill..  He's of the biker kind what has spent a grand deal of his funds, his time and his life, getting his bike on; fancy helmet, gloves and aviator glasses, light weight earring plugs and pedal shoe cups, an epileptic light on his handlebars (I call the strobing lights on bikes at night, "epileptic lights" as some are so strong, they could trigger an epileptic fit in folks they pass)  nut-cracking leg muscles, and a body fit enough to wear the uber-tight gortex spaceman uniforms (that probably make you pass into another bike dimension of some kind, to get you through the less than a foot of space on the road without regard to danger)  He enters races, he's definitely one of the cool kids and has been for quite some time.. The Capt. Kirk of bikers, his cross-dimensional biker space pants serve him well, he can fix a flat with his mind, and as we pass I do the upward Detroit nod of greeting.. Low and behold, he returns with another nod, and an audible "Hey-rrfftt"


I got my first greeting from a real biker! I mean one of the officer class, no less!!  Well I smiled contentedly to myself, and the road seemed a bit easier, as I gave my pedals a little more to reach the top of the hill..  I'm a part of the community now!!  Did you hear that?  I've been approved.. and by a regular authority on the whole matter, none other than Capt. Gortex of the Laurelhurst Biker Brigade, I'm sure you've heard of him, lightest weight earring plugs you'll find in Portland?  And then.. cocking my head sidelong, I realized what he'd said, wasn't "Hey-rrfftt"

It doesn't get mildly dark here until around 4-5pm, somedays it's still light enough to read my dashboard at 8pm. That day it was around 3pm, but what he said was, "Light!"  He wasn't telling me how brilliant the Sun was, welcoming me into the biker fold, greeting a fellow biker who took time out of his pedaling to nod hello?  He wasn't impressed with my homemade motorcycle bike bag complete with reflectors, or the fact I was contributing in some small way to better the Sphere?  Hell he wasn't interested in warning me of a pothole, or up coming car?  It wasn't a thumbs up, acknowledgment, or even encouragement..   No, apparently Mr. D-bag, who was the only other person on this side street for blocks, pleasantly coasting his 97 lbs. downhill, and who could see me quite clearly, was critiquing the fact that my bike light wasn't giving folks epileptic fits at all hours of the bloody day!?!

I'm not a swearin' man all the time Folks, but I did have the urge to tell him where he could shine his light..  I'm not proud of it, but the thought of tailing him, and critiquing portions of his biking behaviour for the next mile or two, followed.. "I don't really think your tire pressure is safe, man", "Are you sure those reflectors of yours don't need a polish?", "Dude, You know you just didn't have your heart in that last hand signal", or "Stop that guy, he just stole someone's bike light!"  Alas, I just didn't want to go back up that hill again, so I painted this chiaroscuro painting of what I could remember of the actual Stink.. =)

My sincerest of congratulations on to you, Capt. Gortex!!  You're the second contestant on the Stink is Right.. =)  I'll definitely try to be nicer, and more tolerant of folks because of your unwarranted opinion, but in the mean time, here's Stinkin' atcha kid.. =)

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

May the Stink be with you..

Whether it be by Nature or Nurture, a learned defense mechanism, a reaction to society's polarized politics, or perhaps something to simply stay out of trouble, I've been on the road to becoming a young grump.. An odd but hopefully likable "Hater", if you will.?  I don't necessarily like it all the time, but I'll freely admit it, and it can be funny on occasion..  I'll look at all walks of life with an eye of both self-deprecation, and soap-box like judgement on a somewhat unconscious basis nowadays..  Maybe I always have?  Sometimes I'll hate on the most rare and specific folks as well; the loud, the quiet, the easy going, the risk taker, the debutant, the impatient in convenient store ques, the fit, the Nuns in wheel chairs, the accurate spellers, happy children at play, the suits, the hipsters, the litterers, the bearded and malcontent SciFi & Fantasy illustrator, etc.. but I tell you this not to boast or accuse.. Nae, there are plenty of folks who's hate is far more endearing than my own..  Rather, I'm asking for your help.. To turn my grumpy ridicule into Unity, and I think I've found the way.. =)


Five years ago I moved to Portland, which I'll also admit freely to adore and cherish like the brilliantly lush paradise it is.. but amongst the wonderful scenery, has come some "funny looks" from folks.. What my Pop, and oddly enough Ronnie James Dio's Nana used to call, the "Evil-Eye" (with metal horns blazing), or what I've been affectionately calling "Stink-Eye".. We All do it from time to time, but I've experienced here in Portland, a very specific form of Stink-Eye the likes of which I've never seen.!!    So, here's my idea of Unity through Curmudgeon!! =)  In the last couple months, I've been slowly painting and sketching the Portland Stink-Eye in all of it's glorious manifestations, and in the process of recreating and documenting these brief but memorable moments of righteous indignation, it occurred to me that my hate could be used for good !!  I could sell the Stink-Eye as portraits, and give the money to Charity !!  Any proceeds from my PSE work will go to The Raphael House, an organization formed to fight the problems of, and act as safe house from domestic violence here in the Portland area.. And.. I get to poke fun at my fellow Portland grumps and haters without regard.. without regret.. Saving the Planet one Stink-Eye at a time.. =) 


8x8in. one-off signed printout, w sketched MTG card whiteback - $100
Well, let's start this thing out with a self portrait, as it will show my own inner hater, dishing out an exceptional amount of Stink-Eye!!  I'm up Mt.Tabor every couple of days to jog, it's one of my favorite places on the Sphere, and occasionally I'll wear my Canadian cloth cap..  I'm not Canadian, but I dig Canada..  They used to have public access channels dedicated to indigenous issues, they've a Maple Leaf on their flag, they're home to Decoder Ring Theatre's Red Panda and Flying Squirrel Adventures Podcast, they've poetry and loons on their money, they've better just about everything from healthcare system to comedians, and when politics in the US get so mucked aboot that we start to forget that we're a Democracy here in the States, my inner Canadian peeks oot from behind me cap..  Here he is, as the runic text reads "My inner Canadian, Take off to the Great White North" =)  This original sketch is bound in my sketchbook, so I'm selling the version above in a one-off "artist's proof" print, along with a sketched Magic the Gathering whiteback card for the first in my chronicle of Portland Stink-Eye.!!
Anyone interested in purchasing this quarter's offering, or any of the Stink-Eye filled paintings or sketches to come, please give me a hollah, and may the Stink be with you.. Always.. =)
Chuck