This image was scanned from a T-shirt I tried to market. It went horribly wrong. I ended up giving away more shirts than I sold. I guess I felt guilty selling them to my mom. T-shirts are fun, but it's a pain in the ass trying to vend them. You end up on the corner of some gas station getting sunburned. I long for the day when I see bootleg shirts of baby in Mexico. You know you've hit it big when some drunken frat guy is wearing a horrible off-model air brushed Big Dumb Fat Stupid Baby T-shirt passed out somewhere in Cancun.










This is living proof that Baby exists...on the back cover of Spike and MIkes vol. 4 Sick & Twisted









These are story boards from "Baby visits the zoo". This film never got done. Thank god.







Big,Dumb,Fat,Stupid,Baby.




This is the film that started it all. It has made me countless number of fortunes. None of which has to do with money. This was my very first animated film. A true film, for it was shot on 35mm Kodak, and inked and painted entirely on cells. Baby defines a whole new generation of animation. Baby IS more than an attitude it's subversive consciousness. Baby knows no sex, yet Baby IS sex, or at least the product of it. BDFSB live love and let.

Enough baby babble bullshit. This film has certain limits, and I can honestly say it'll always be here to haunt me. I have to admit, I get more mileage with a single drawing then I do animating the fat bastard. The humor behind the thing is that baby doesn't really bring up the image of a real live human baby, but a grotesque amorphic blob that evokes laughter when we do physical harm to it. Kind of like a plush stress doll. My intentions of Baby is to present the sick perverse abnormalities in a comfortable intimate setting right in your living room. Or, if anything, help control the world population.