Friday, October 29, 2010

"The Orange Lantern" Collab Print release from Craola and I

Greg "Craola" Simkins and I love a lot of the same things, but mostly we love Halloween, Jack o' Lanterns, old SuperFriends cartoons, non-existent animals, and telling ridiculous stories by the campfire.
A couple of months ago, while photographing some monsters for reference on an old shipwrecked boat that had washed up somehow 8 miles inland from the shore, Greg and I stumbled upon a small orange ring mixed in with some dried seaweed. When we brushed it off, BOTH of us SAW it glow. We can swear by that. It only happened for a second, but it happened.

Then it stopped.
But that didn't stop our imaginations, immediately we were arguing where it came from, why it was discarded, and what type of powers this orange ring really did have. But what eventually DID happily transpire was a brand new addition to mine and Greg's "Scared Friends" universe that we juggled back and forth and ultimately molded into a brand new monstrous holiday icon. I present to you, just in time for Halloween, from Greg "Craola" Simkins & Myself, "JACKSON O'MALLEY: THE ORANGE LANTERN":

"The Orange Lantern" Is now available as an ultra limited giclee print from Zerofriends, and, as an extra bonus, comes with a FREE additional print that displays the story of Jackson O'Malley as told by Greg & myself (which you can read in full below). Here is all of the info on the brand new Collaborative print!

By Alex Pardee & Greg "Craola" Simkins
Produced By Zerofriends
Ultra Limited Edition of 100
17" x 22" Printed with archival inks on Velvet Cotton Rag Paper
Each Print is hand signed, numbered, and loved by Alex Pardee & Greg Simkins
Also, each print comes packaged with a FREE additional 10" x 8" print displaying the story of The Orange Lantern


Direct Link to purchase the print:

Here is the full story of The Orange Lantern:

"Piles of hay created an elaborate maze with large costumed sentries guarding the entrance of Mrs Cottone’s Pumpkin Patch. They looked like carnival prizes from years past: noses falling off and black button eyes staring blankly. But today they seemed even a bit more menacing. Jackson O’Malley shuttered as he quickened his step past them.
”Ummmff!” Jackson grunted as he fell to the ground tripping over a rather stubborn branch. Or WAS it a branch?

Looking up, Jackson laid his eyes upon what must have been the ugliest, oldest withered scarecrow he had ever seen. Its putrid and sunken head looked like it must have been left over from last year’s crop of pumpkins and a nice family of beetles were having their way with its rotted skin as beetles often do.

On further inspection, something odd stood out to Jaded Jackson. He hadn’t tripped over a branch or a root, but rather a curled up withered claw, and it was grasping at something. In its rigor-mortised grip was an orange ring with some odd symbols on it.

“Well this is my lucky day”, thought Jackson as he broke the ring clear of the grasping claw. “I’ll just add this to my collection of Weird Things From the Pumpkin Patch”. That collection didn’t really exist, however. This was actually the oddest thing he had encountered at Mrs. Cottone’s Pumpkin Patch in all of the years he had been kicking off his Autumn and coming here.

A strange warmth pulsed through the ring as he held it, and as he slipped it over his finger two things happened. The fallen scarecrow’s head abruptly shifted his gaze at the boy and a wicked grin grew across the face of the scarecrow. Then immediately, Jackson bent over vomiting in horrific pain. Pumpkin seeds, alongside the gooey lining of the gourd that fills the sink as it’s carved each October seemed to leap endlessly out of his mouth and nose. Then…all went black.

When he awoke, the pumpkin patch was bathed in darkness. All the guests had seemingly left to return to their T.V. trays and their nightly Wheel of Fortune on the Zenith. Even the scarecrow, which had caused this strange hallucination earlier, was gone. Weirder yet, it appeared as though someone had switched his clothes with the scarecrows. “Perverts”, he thought, “who would take the time to slip my clothes off and put these filthy tights on me. I hope no one took secret photos. I won’t here the end of it”. He said the latter part out of this thought out loud but his voice was labored, as one seed from his earlier puke-fest still remained lodged in his throat. As he swallowed it so as not to give in completely to the desires of his bitter bowels, a little crackling voice whispered inside his ear: “Please…come over here”.


“It wasn’t a question. Come over here NOW!”

As Jackson approached his reflection in the window of an abandoned trailer, led somehow by an inner-ear-navigator, things quickly became clear.

He threw up his hand in pain as a bright glow shot past him! Dodging the blast, the source of his inner driver began throbbing in pain, and as the bad seed he had swallowed just minutes ago grew inside of him, it burst through side of Jackson’s now-pumpkinesque face, fiercely displaying the new tormented duality of …“The Orange Lantern!”

And check out some detailed shots of The Orange Lantern print: