hbs 02 weasel spit
hbs 02 weasel spit
Last Gasp
Heavy on the blacks, cross-hatchings and Fritz Lang-like low angles, Howard’s visual style is out of expressionist woodcuts and the men’s room. It’s essentially a tribute to the inescapable physical crudeness of sex—to puddles and slime, appendages and clefts, puckers and oozings and stink. But Howard has the fastidiousness of the true pornographer, incising every curly hair on the underside of an overweight belly, every bump and hole in a pierced nipple, and every wrinkle in a tight scrotum with fondness and humor.
Protrusions, flaps and orifices are made colossal with sexual assertiveness in ways that can make you giggle and gag. It has to be said that, as an artist at least, Howard has a way with sphincters.
Pencils Inks Colors John Howard (signed)
0. [no title indexed] Horny Biker Slut 1. Cranked Up! 2. I Spit on your Weasel 3. [no title indexed] Red Rosie 4. Venusians Vixens on Wheels 5. [no title indexed] 6. Bury Me a Weasel! 7. [no title indexed] 8. Girl Talk at Pig’s Pit Stop Horny Biker Slut 9. [no title indexed] Horny Biker Slut 10. [no title indexed]