When he first began collecting my work, I must admit I was flattered. Now it just seems a little bit weird. I mean come on, man. Obsessed much? In other big news, congratulations to KKKaroline Leavitt on the birth of a healthy baby jackal!!!

Fingers crossed!

Seen last night on my evening walk.

If I were a gambling man and didn't find the prediction markets to be a morally vacuous cesspool of Fascist decay, I guess I would probably bet the farm on his being fired in the next two weeks. Krash Patel, aka J. Edgar Boozer, aka Elliot Mess.

Another Heroes of MAGA WIP: JD Vance, looking worse for wear after a long night of romancing the couch. Not even sure what to do do with this guy, I have to say. He's so very hollow and has such a total void of personality that it's hard to get to the meat of him.

Another MAGA work in progress. This one is unemployed Annie Oakley, lookin' snatched as per usual. She may have nowhere to go in the morning, but she still needs all of her hats and outfits for photo ops and psychotic breaks, so I plan to load her up with accessories. Hide yer dogs and husbands!

Can I say how many DM's like this I've received on Facebook in the past few days? I mean, where do these silly assed hobgoblins come from? Is there some kind of MAGA alien queen that perpetually shits them out? Whatever the case, if I didn't know better I'd almost say he doesn't care for my art.

Did anyone hear this raccoon dick story? I mean, come on now. What the hell? This guy and his dead animal fetish.

Just by sheer luck I've managed to be topical with this one today. It's soon to be unemployed, drunken reprobate, K$sh. I await my $250MM lawsuit. Discovery is a bitch!

Greggy B., offering up a turn on the catwalk to show off his new toddler safety helmet. More of these dopes up on deck!

Over on FB, I really seem to have set off some troglodytes yesterday with my Andrew Taint. I don't know if I've ever upset so many sensitive petunias. Anyhoo, here is a turn around of Stephen Miller in his fancy dress up hat. I've got more of these guys up on deck. Will post as they all take shape.

Riding on the coattails of Charlie Kirk, here is another Hero of MAGA work in progress - this one his brother from another dumpster, human trafficker/rapist, Andrew Taint - seen here looksmaxxing in two directions at once.

Another Heroes of MAGA work in progress: this one Charlie Kirk, patron saint of enormous gummed racist trolls. May turn him into a neck spouting birdbath for placement at the Arc De Trump or Department of Education, and I'll probably make his wife as well, all dripped out like late stage Fat Elvis.

Another work in progress, this one the Hermann Goering of our time - little Nosferatu, Stephen Miller.

Another work in progress. This one of course is prison bound Pam. I'm definitely leaning now toward making them all full bodied. I like the idea someone suggested the other day of throwing them into a game engine for a Mortal Kombat styled choose your own fighter death match extravaganza.

Another Heroes of MAGA work in progress starting to come together. This one's recent retiree, Greg Bovino, showing off the smile that made him beloved by Nazi assholes everywhere. Hope they let him keep the toddler safety helmet. I think he looks naked without it.

Another work in progress from my new Heroes of MAGA series. It's Homan, of course, looking boozy, hairy and open to bribes of $50K or higher. I'll probably make him a rumpled, vomit stained jacket and tie, then move on to finish his predecessor.

I haven't really been posting much at all, but I have been quietly plugging away - currently on a new HEROES OF MAGA series. Anyway, here is a WIP of our most distinguished Secretary of Health. Much more to come in time. Currently have 10 of em going, and am thinking around 20 in total.

Happy Valentine's Day and all that.

Word on the street is this sonofabitch isn't feeling his best at the moment. Thoughts and prayers that someone steps up to flip back onto his stomach. Or not. It's a rest in piss moment just waiting to happen. Perhaps not the #1 rest in piss moment. But still. It will sure be satisfying.

I don't know what I could possibly add to the discourse that might be helpful, but this was a murder by masked gestapo, and I'm sick and tired of this shit. To everyone who voted for this, I fucking hate you. Truly. That's all. That's all I've got. My rage is eating me alive.

Never posted this one last month during my flurry of making FIFA Peace Prizes, as I felt I'd already kinda peaked with his dripping micropenis award. But now, with his embarrassing Nobel nonsense front and center in the news, I suppose I will share this lesser award for cognitive super abilities

Don't feel like laying out a best of '25 art thread. Instead, here is my sad little alien, expressing my feelings for me through the magic of interpretive dance. Happy New Year to you from a beat to shit Van D'lay Industries. May Donald Trump lay dead & stinking before the next one is through.

In recognition of what Mike Johnson has called "the most glorious penis I've ever seen", I am proud to bestow the FIFA VIRILITY PRIZE 2025 to Donald J. Trump, President of the United States (and all around specimen of a man).

In recognition of not having shit his pants in nearly three days now, I am proud to bestow the FIFA BIG BOY PRIZE 2025 to Donald J. Trump, President of the United States.

Quiet, piggy.

Just some random scariness for Halloween. Boo and all that.

Look, I'll be the first to admit I've been feeling humbled by this nutsack's embrace of my work. Seems inconsistent with his gilded Temu design aesthetic, but what can I say? He's a sophisticated patron of the arts!

An Indubitably Fancy Affair (2025) Something for the Martian jet set.

Pro tip: Don't try and walk on your hind legs like the human people, and you won't fall on your ass every time you're asked an uncomfortable question.

Because sometimes, apropos of nothing, a guy's gotta get off the extended, months long project train and make an impromptu abstract thingamadoodle, simply for the sheer fuck of it.

Not easy being an artist in 2025, having to compete with a daily tsunami of insipid AI bullshit. So, here is some recycled biz to remind the world that I do in fact still exist, as it scrolls endlessly through hysterical videos of JD Vance romancing furniture and Stephen Hawking being brutalized.

Another shot of my background (minus color) from The Cruel Tutelage of Shaman Steve. Best seen on my website here: artvandlay.com/the-cruel-tu... I go into length on process, meaning and motivations. Plus, you can see everything in glorious 4K and blow it all up to full size. Check. It. Oot.

Isolated background shot from my latest, The Cruel Tutelage of Shaman Steve.

The Cruel Tutelage of Shaman Steve (2025) Hot off the presses. Will likely make an 8K render for big assed printing purposes, and possibly a little animated doodad as well, just for fun.

Kinda cycling back to my intense hatred for all things social media. The last couple of weeks, especially, it's just been an absolute pestilence that only serves to enrage me. Anyway, I'm Art Van D'lay. I make art, hate Nazis, and dream of the day I will piss on Donald Trump's grave.

More disturbing to me than his assassination is how the mainstream media seems utterly cowed into whitewashing this troglodyte's legacy. I won't participate in that, and I won't pretend to be the least bit busted up about his passing. Charlie Kirk was a very bad person. Snap out of it, dipshits.

Added in a background element. Full color treatment comes next.

The Cruel Tutelage of Shaman Steve (2025) I'll be throwing some color on it now.

Happy Friday from the hardworking hands of Van D'lay Industries.

Still working on my new spooky guru fellow. Updates coming shortly. In the meantime, here is a bit of a digital doodad unleashed upon the physical world in 2022 through the magic of my Form2 printer. Painted by my crazy talented daughter, www.instagram.com/ani.makes.art/.

This is a little something I'm working on now. Still adding a few elements, and my plan is to do an alternate version as well in a very different context, but I'm just feeling good about him and wanted to share some WIP action for the (maybe...) three or four people who will actually see this.

Working on more new biz that I hope to be able to share within the next couple of weeks. Until then, let this serve as a proof of life. The name is Art Van D'lay.

And on top of being a useless, despicable bag of shit by any reasonable metric, this addle brained ignoramus is, without question, a child fucker. Thank you to the 48% of throwaway humans who voted for this horror. You've made America great again - for human traffickers & billionaire child fuckers.

Guess people aren't digging this one. Oh well. I like him. Anyway, here are stills from both One Night in Bangkok: Opening Bell and Same Night in Bangkok: Three Minutes Later. Enjoy. Or don't. Whatevs.

Same Night in Bangkok: Three Minutes Later. Down, but not out. Bloodied, not beaten. The crowd has even pelted our hero with dogshit & broken bottles. Rude, you say, & I agree; it’s no world for the faint of heart.

One Night in Bangkok: Opening Bell (2025) Part One of a two-part thingamabob. Before and after, so to speak. Just don't expect Marquis of Queensbury rules. This ain't that kind of a party. There's no sweet science on display here, no three knockdown rule in effect. Part Deux coming tomorrow.

Guess I posted out of sequence. Here he is seen answering the opening bell. Yesterday's shots were of Round 2.

Some more new biz currently under construction. You may or may not recognize him as the same fellow last seen smoking crack on a paint can two weeks ago. Here we find him suited up for a typical day at the office. Base and turnaround to come.