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Slap and Happy are still working at updating the website... we're oiling all the parts and using copious amounts of bailing wire and plenty of spit. But we wanted to get some of our previous work back up and visible. Anyhoo... keep checking back every now and then, we'll continue to update the site and adding more projects that we hope will be of interest. Don't forget to connect with our social media.

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The Parapraxis of Mrs Titswarren


The Parapraxis of Mrs Titswarren


THE PARAPRAXIS OF MRS TITSWARREN

The Captains of Industry are on the skids once again. For far too long, they've run afoul of the rigid plastic agendas dictated by The Man. They're aggrieved, argumentative, antsy. Hitting the streets, the soles of their shoes strike the pavement with machine-like precision; the one certainty about where they're headed would make spinsters weep. They happen upon a district which used to be full of warehouses and working stiffs, but now is aflutter with the startling plumage of boozy city nightlife. They plunge into a crowd of dandies and hipsters, but their senses are dazzled by the rainbow array of Birds: the Chick, the Dame, the Skirt, the Tomato, the Floozy, the Doll, the Bimbo... Each has a name both speakable and unsayable, each has distinctive allure but is achingly untouchable. The painted faces flash as they pass like vignettes as sordid and tragic as nickel comic books. Attracted but unattached, The Captains stand transfixed, transformed. In their gritty, roiling, workaday world, is there a slot for ruffles and curls, hot dish and the sweetly spoken word? They turn their backs to the feverish flock. The darkened alley down which they now amble is void except for the smack of the moths against the neon light above the saloon door, and the electrifying promise of secrets to be revealed.

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CoLabs


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CoLabs


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The Co/Lab Projects are a collaborative collision of cumulative cacophonous catastrophic creative curiosity. Slap and Happy surreptitiously summon seditious scenarios of the subconscious. They scour sundry cisterns for spellbinding scenes of the startlingly strange. They ceaselessly sail the seven seas to seek out shocking civilizations and scrutinize their scabrous societal secrets. They sidestep serial sanctions and shun sweetly salacious sycophants to spawn these stupendously scintillating somethings and then show them to you, the esteemed supporters of Slap Happy Ultd... Capisce?

ALL prints are: 19x27" Giclée archival printing process.

 

(Contact us for price... oh they're affordable alright.)

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Pigs ina poke


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Pigs ina poke


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PiGs ina PoKe

A penny saved is a penny earned. Benjamin Franklin supposedly said that, but actually a lot of people said that way before him. But Ben, he was smart, and he swung the idea into a phrase that people will remember for all time!  Another smart thing is diligent saving for the future, particularly in challenging economic times. And (despite what you may have read last week in the Penny Saver), The Captains of Industry are all about smart. We strongly suggest you save those pennies, nickels and dimes. They'll come in handy during the zombie revolution: fill up a sock with your carefully preserved loose change and you have a perfectly weighted rudimentary mace. And when the Ben Franklin zombie comes to your door, you can thank him for his smart savings suggestion before you swing your sock to save your skin.
BoooYA! Power to the people!!

All pigs are hand painted and crafted for fun and function.  Each is a ONE OF A KIND!

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Road Rash


Snapshots from the Mother Road

Road Rash


Snapshots from the Mother Road

ROAD RASH

There are no boundaries in Slap Happy’s capricious world, no ruts defined by those who have gone before. There is only wide open space suffused with an elusive ‘je ne sais quoi’ found too rarely nowadays. Slap Happy fulminates in the gap between then and now, here and there, this and that, where anything is possible.

Take the wondrous works of art in the Road Rash collection you are viewing, for example. Despite persistent rumors to the contrary, Slap Happy didn’t just get in the car and drive around aimlessly for days on end. Oh, no. There was a definite purpose to the wandering. Could it be called a quest to obtain the eternal? You decide.  Few are called to make this journey... who’d want to? Those who are cannot distinctly define its higher purpose. But no matter: it is not for us to understand why the sky is blue.

All prints are Giclée archival printing process (these will last long after we've left this mortal coil) Prints vary in size There will only be an edition of 10 prints of each and includes a certificate of authenticity lovingly signed by The Right Reverend Goody Good and Major (Ret.) 'Diz' Apoyntmint ... (AKA Slap + Happy)