A.Valliard

Trying to be more efficient, so I'm going to call all body parts "flaps."

It's great if the well-meaning and good-hearted are inspired, but it's even better if the soulless and calculating are scared.

A digital poster in the style of a World War II propaganda piece. Isolaed on a yellow background, a normal, squarish, 20-something guy with glasses is sitting working on a laptop. A ghostly figure of Hitler has his arm around the guy and is grinning and shaking a fist triumphantly looking at the laptop screen. On the lid of the laptop where an apple might otherwise be is an openAI logo, bright green, and dripping green ooze down the lid. Text on the poster, in combinations of sans-serif type and brush script reads: Using Generative AI? You’re prompting with Hitler! GenAI is a Fascist Project! Try using your brain instead Don’t surrender your creativity to the tech billionaire’s control

New awareness campaign

Clown-faced git giving the middle finger and wearing a black t-shirt with Fuck AI written on it in an ink-scribbly style.

I have made a HELPFUL T-SHIRT to further illuminate my thoughts on the matter ~ YOU may wear one too! www.redbubble.com/i/t-shirt/Im...
#antiAI #art #humanart

I've also made some impolite badges on the theme, which I intend to wear to thwart any further persuasive efforts.

www.redbubble.com/i/pin/Impoli...

#antiAI #antigenerativeAI (specifically)

I wish! Curse my Sydneyfied existence.

After a particularly obnoxious day of AI spruiking...

Enraged ink blotty dubious rendition of Shakespeare in a ruff stabbing a malfunctioning robot in the eye with a giant quill. Ink is spurting from the robot's eye. Shakespeare's teeth are very large.

I've had rather a lot of people recommending AI to me lately, so I've drawn Shakespeare stabbing a robot in the eye with a quill.

#art #ink #scribbleau #verymuchnotAI

I think AI images should carry a health warning like they plonk on cigarettes. This rotten little sod is destroying your soul.

#illustration #ink #Theatre #queer #western #cowboys

Early rehearsal scribbles for the upcoming Kate Gaul directed COWBOIS! A "rollicking queer western" featuring a cast of horribly talented and charming actors and a lot of flouncing and swaggering around. Brilliant! www.seymourcentre.com/event/cowbois/
#art #illustration #theatre #ink

(am I doing this right? It's called a snowclone, apparently, which I am unfeasibly pleased to have learned of. I pass on this knowledge to you.)

People will literally rather spin double-headed coins and bet against themselves in private atonement for an unremembered past than go to therapy.

BACK in stock at the delightful Modern Times! The creepy little guidebook IS also available at Readings, Berkelouw's, Gleebooks & Avid Reader, etc., but for sweaty locals on King Street, Newtown, here or Better Read Than Dead is the most desirable option.

Ink-scribbly, coffee-stained portrait of a man with tendrils and general ink-blottiness emerging from his head, loosely based on Dirk Gently as portrayed by Samuel Barnett in DG's Holistic Detective Agency.

"The fundamental interconnectedness of all things."
#ink #scribbleau #portrait #art #spilledcoffee

He set about doing the dishes with a sort of wild abandon he had never known in his youth, had never imagined possible. One, two! One, two! Plates and glasses, forks and knives, all fell before him. One, two! One, two! "Snicker-snack!" he shouted, startling the cat.

Obscure and pointless Goon Show reference, but changed my phone’s message sound to Grytpype-Thynne and was awoken by an alarming ivory nasal drawl asking for a mutton-chop telescope. #Recommend

damn. hoping it at least signifies something

Borzoi Hellhound! Another dubious doglike scribble for/of "The Tell-Tale Hound" #ink #illustration #musicaltheatre #folkhorror

Charon (James Robin) with a banjo, and Xanthius (Eddy O'Leary) with his rubber chicken. #dubiousunderworlds #theatre #aristophanes #art #ink #cartoon

Ink splattered sketch of howling dog with sharp teeth and red eyes. Text reads: The Tell-Tale Hound, a new musical by Louis Barabbas & Micha Mirto from the world of The Bedlam Six

Never too early for a poster! I love this image by @valliard.bsky.social. This show’s very dear to my heart, based on a notorious Bedlam Six song I wrote in 2007.
Producers who like folk horror, panting dog puppets and fast lyrics get in touch!

Ink blotty sketch of a natty-bearded gentleman looking somewhat frazzled.

Hades played superbly as a louche disaster by Nicholas Starte in The Frogs: In Hell They Sing Show Tunes. #art #ink #theatre

Ooh! From WHERE?

There's some magnificently chaotic, pervy, absurdist, Bacchanalian business going on up at New Theatre
for 3 FINAL SHOWS, if any Sydneysiders are idle. "The Frogs: In Hell They Sing Show Tunes" adapted VERY loosely after Aeschylus. Cheap tix on Thurs, matinee on Saturday! #sydneytheatre #art #ink

i met anubis in the realm of the underworld, big strong guy by the way, had a dog’s head, i’m not so sure about that. and he said to me, mr president, you’ve got the heaviest soul we’ve ever weighed down here. can you believe it? they’ve never seen a soul that heavy in all of duat

Ink dribbly sketch of a gentleman contorting himself and his bandaged leg into a crablike position in his chair.

Ink scribble of young preppy gentleman vomiting with impressive force and velocity.

Emergency Room scribbles. (don't ask)

Charlie Brooker’s description of a show as “as realistic as a cotton-wool tiger riding a tractor through a teardrop” remains both poignant and one of those sentences never before heard in the English language.

I've flung a few copies at friends before. Fantastically barnacled, baroque bastard of a book. Magnifique!

Frank O’Hara, killed by an illegal dune buggy on the beach after the car he was in broke down on the dark (his liver was fatally ruptured in the impact).

Pierre François Lacenaire, a murderer as well as a poet, died by the guillotine, on the second attempt.

Pier Paolo Pasolini, found run over several times by his own car, numerous bones and his testicles crushed by an iron bar, and his body doused with petrol and partially burned after his death. The identity of the perpetrator(s) is disputed.

DYLAN THOMAS, having been on a massive bender, was then administered a dangerous amount of morphine by a hotel doctor, which put him into a fatal coma. “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies. I think that’s the record,” were his last words.

OK, should you require a copy of THE BIG BOOK OF UNFORTUNATE AUTHOR DEATHS (PDF), download it here:
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