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.

Haven't felt the need to post much of anything this week, but from the basement archives at Van D'lay Industries here is an eyeball in a fancy hat, flanked by Martian baubles. Anyway, Fuck Fascism. We're toast. And I'm exhausted.

Just an honest question for everyone who voted for this monstrous sack of shit: Are you fucking stupid? Honestly? Asking for the entire planet. How fucking stupid can you possibly be? Welcome to another endless war, you deeply, deeply, deeply stupid motherfuckers.

Cooking up more new stuff. Until then, here is an homage to a homeless man I watched get shot in the face with a rubber bullet on TV in the summer of 2020. Just thought I'd circle back to him now that we're back to shooting unarmed protesters in the face with rubber bullets with zero provocation.

Crack Head on Paint Can - Version #2 Stills

For those who prefer their crack heads in work boots. Crack Head on Paint Can - Version #2

Pretty happy with this. I'll have an alternate version to show tomorrow. Crack Head on Paint Can (2025) Thank you Tom Waits and Lew Tabackin for the sweet tenor sax accompaniment.

King, my ass. Not looking so regal, you sleepy orange bitch. On the other hand, L.A. had tens of thousands of entirely peaceful folk out in the streets - until LAPD attacked without provocation. Why? Because L.A. doesn’t fuck with Nazis. And guess what? Neither do most people in this country.

So very tired of this nightmare timeline. Can't wait for the televised Nuremberg trials. In any case, I'll be back next week with something new. Until then, here's a candy skull. Semper sic tyrannis, people. Don't let the bastards grind you down.

Fuck ICE.

Some behind the scenes biz from what I'm currently working on. Sculpted in ZBrush in a neutral pose and then rigged in CC4, so now he can be posed however I like, thrown into different scenes, animated, etc. Crack Head on a Paint Can is just the first in a number of planned indignities.

Time for another weird little animated doodad from 2021. This one is called Drippity Doo Dah: Not For the Epileptic Edition - with the funkiest of beats provided as always by the Ubiquitous Dr. Fatstax.

Here's something new, hot off the presses - still in progress and part of a larger ongoing project. Crack Head on a Paint Can (2025)

It's Time Lapse Tuesday, for all of those who go in for that kind of thang.

Well, we've finally reached the "my political rival was secretly executed five years ago and what you see now is actually a robot clone" phase. I was wondering how long that would take. Just another Monday in the land of kakistocracy. Greetings from Van D'lay Industries.

The Arc of the Moral Universe (2021). Music as always from The Despicable Dr. Fatstax.

Another weird little animation from 2020. This one is called Confundibulum: Oops I fucked Up Your Brain Edition.

Just another day in shithole America, as this fat, stupid, dead eyed blob debases everything he touches.

Time Lapse Tuesday presents Rudy Giuliani's Russian Goon #2, from way back in 2019 (when such things were topical).