A preview of Black Bile issue 3, out next week.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
SON
A flash cartoon I made a few years ago is now part of the curriculum at my high school's Theory of Knowledge class.
HA!
WATCH IT:
- SON - by M. Justice Stefaniuk
HA!
WATCH IT:
- SON - by M. Justice Stefaniuk
Monday, October 13, 2008
ZOMBIkE: RIDE OF THE LIVING TED
Ted's bike that Jon and I started with acrylic paints and I finished with aerosol
as ever, KLIK FOR BIG


as ever, KLIK FOR BIG
Labels:
eastern bogeymen,
lively arts,
paint,
scooters,
thailand
Sunday, October 12, 2008
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
are komix done 2004-2006
by M. Justice Stefaniuk
KLIK FOR BIG





CLOWN

WISH UPON A SHOOTING STAR
are komix done 2004-2006
by M. Justice Stefaniuk
KLIK FOR BIG
VOICES
DOLPHIN STUDY

BULL COUP COMEMMORATION
LIFE

CLOWN

WISH UPON A SHOOTING STAR
Labels:
B/W,
Based on a True Story,
BLACK BILE,
comics,
ink,
Old
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Sunday, December 30, 2007
I ever tell you I worked in a CARNIVAL, BOY?
Dippin' apples and flossin' sugar.
Learned a valuable lesson behind them tents.
But back in the carnival we used to see all manner of freaks and living human disasters!
This weren't one of your modern carnivals, see.
We're livin' in a dark time, boy.
A time when man is no longer free to cage and display a member of his own species on account of their quarry's appearance.
Ohh, and there were some appearances.
The faces and bodies of those corrupt souls, born from Sin, so determined in their evil that they fought against the Good Lord's attempts to graciously do away with them while still pungently enveloped in their dogfaced mothers' stagnant uteri, had been crusted, warped and variously afflicted. Mangled within and without any chance for redemption, the good souls of the carnival would be their closest approximation to salvation, traveling through town to shanty to hamlet to ville, to snare up and snatch the tumorous children of grotesque inception.
Everyone caged for their safety and ours.
Learned a valuable lesson behind them tents.
But back in the carnival we used to see all manner of freaks and living human disasters!
This weren't one of your modern carnivals, see.
We're livin' in a dark time, boy.
A time when man is no longer free to cage and display a member of his own species on account of their quarry's appearance.
Ohh, and there were some appearances.
The faces and bodies of those corrupt souls, born from Sin, so determined in their evil that they fought against the Good Lord's attempts to graciously do away with them while still pungently enveloped in their dogfaced mothers' stagnant uteri, had been crusted, warped and variously afflicted. Mangled within and without any chance for redemption, the good souls of the carnival would be their closest approximation to salvation, traveling through town to shanty to hamlet to ville, to snare up and snatch the tumorous children of grotesque inception.
Everyone caged for their safety and ours.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
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