GRACE KOLMAN.

MONSTER PAPERDOLLS
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ASTER - Darling ZombieKilled in a tragic car accident and brought back from the dead by the plants and fungi sprouting in his corpse, Aster shares a symbiotic relationship with his forensic flora. In exchange for artificially pumping his heart and powering his brain, he keeps them healthy and happy off a diet of compostable greens and human flesh. Though he is rotten inside and out, Aster is optimistic and kind, and generally operates under good intentions- save for occasionally engendering anthropophagous cravings, he prefers to keep friends, not food. His favorite movie is Hotel Transylvania II, but he lies and says it’s Hotel Transylvania I.

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CARRION AND MORREAU - Dicephalpous DameTwice the heads means twice the fun! At least that's what Carrion and Morreau Figured when they cut and stitched themselves together. Which one is which anyway? Does it matter? No. It doesn't. You can hear them coming and going at Saint Charity's Hospital for Freaks and Weirdies by the clicking of plastic heels on clean linoleum tile. Clicky clicky, this was comes something icky. Carrion and Morreau don't need anyone other than each other, but should they ever desire autonomous companions, they can make one for themselves using their medical expertise in whatever troubling experiments they get up to in the dimly lit rooms at the ends of dark hallways where they like to spend their time. They can be seen dragging along their most protuberant pet, Gumdog. Their long fingers and steady hands make them a gifted surgeon and their extruded limbs and swift movements make them completely freaky. Carrion and Morreau! What a wonderful pair of ghouls!

Part ossuary, part confessional, and all monster, Ozzy is the ghoulish courier for all things that would be better off six feet under. Ozzy believes that you must love the sin you’re in while you’ve got the skin to sin in and protects so you can forgets, ferrying decay and dismay alike to the great beyond. Be it regrets, missteps, should-haves, could-bes, sour memories, mistakes, too-lates, or cadavers (granted they’re small enough to fit in the depository slot)- it’s all gravey to them.

Adorable abhorables Wee Vlad and Louie are inseperable, immortal, and unfalteringly polite- they can always be counted on to ask for an invitation before coming inside. With Louie's help, Wee Vlad spends its nights buzzing around looking for victims, who can be identified by the presence of tiny, twin paper cuts on the neck.

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MISERY LOVES COMPANY.Life is hard and it hurts to try- Tragedy Boo Boos won’t sugarcoat the tougher parts of how it feels to be alive. They offer no shield from the woes of life but quiet company in these dark days. Each lovably unloved darling of despair has their own uniquely tragic backstory to share and a sturdy o-ring attachment so you can clip them to any bag, hook, toe tag, leash, or funeral pyre you see fit. Equal parts nihilistic, gloomy, and strange, these portable portents of pity were built to love and made to cry. Much of the time we are left to go it alone, but Tragedy Boo Boos would rather go it with you.
This is a toy. This is collectible art.

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KEYON - Bitter BloodsuckerAfter tens of thousands of years of infighting and vicious power struggles, vampirekind has pushed itself to the brink of extinction. Now no single vampire possesses enough raw Demon Juice to create any new heirs to the species, and Keyon is more than grimly satisfied to be the last of his wicked kind. The youngest, most human, and most pop culturally relevant vampire to ever exist, priests make him sleepy and garlic gives him a rash. In many ways, he is a human doing a poor man's parody of a vampire. Despite his relative lack of vampiric vitriol, Keyon should not be taken lightly, spending his nights hunting the living and the dead alike and his days asleep in a coffin on his living room floor.

ANNOUSHKAMy final BFA project, a limited-run of 42-page comics about vampires going extinct and what they do in the last years of their lives.