Kung Fu-fighting, helmet-donning, Rice Krispie-noshing Matt Furie is as wonderfully bizarre as his illustrations of mismatched critters making love, Sesame Street posers, and impeccably fuzzy monster families out for a weekend stroll. Part fable, part self-professed porn, the simultaneously twisted and tender colored pencil drawings show hints of childhood distorted by the effects of age: pessimism, drugs, and a preoccupation with sex. Possible sensations experienced at a Matt Furie show?

“Adult males will get a thickening sensation in their pants, moisture for the ladies. The kids won’t really know what’s up unless they have pretty freaky parents who teach them to be ‘sex positive’ at an inappropriatly young age.”