Clown with a terrible name
Señor Terrible
I’m not usually into the whole evil clown kick. I really prefer werewolves.
But there’s a sort-of Captain Spalding vibe going on with this guy, so I figured I’d just let it develop. Brr, he gives me the creeps.
There’s a bait store on the edge of some small dusty town where this guy breeds crickets in a back room and watches Mexican wrestling on a beat up old black and white TV. The store has been closed for years; crates and shelves covered in mold, insects crawling on every inch of the counters, floors, and walls.
And there he sits at his sagging card table next to the back door. A single florescent light shines coldly above his sweating head. He mutters to himself and chuckles whenever a bug comes close enough for him to smash, sometimes eat. An ash tray overflows onto the floor where the cracked linoleum is dyed a creamy yellow from years of squashed cockroaches.
Señor Terrible. Completely crazy.
I clicked on the link to the site, the page loaded, I looked up as the image popped up on my screen and actually said out loud “HOLY HELL!”
That guy is freaky.
I love clowns for all the wrong reasons.
I love how creepy they are and how they genuinely scare the snot out of kids and adults.
Well done!
Thanks! This is the third painting in a series that’s getting mounted on drop panels for the 4-H haunt this year. Well, it’s a painting in the sense that I “painted” it on the computer.
I’m thinking about adding a little side business. Zombies, vampires, evil clowns. Your photo retouched here.
Wow! Thanks for reminding me why I’ve always been disturbed by clowns! Personally, I even find the “kindly” clowns kinda creepy.
Yeah, I’m with you there, spirit. Even the Shriners handing out balloons and walking that invisible dog at the Harvest Homecoming every year…I usually end up on the other side of the street. I don’t know why I just expect that there’s a sausage grinder somewhere in the back of their van.