Sports fans sometimes think to immortalize their heroes in such regal fashion. Sadly not all artists with this inclination have the talent to make the tribute an object of glory. Others do have the talent, but they set paint to canvas without a clear vision—they simply hope to capitalize on Linsanity or Tebowing or whatever the zeitgeist dictates.
The resulting works of those forsaken by the muses is well... amusing.
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Still trying to work out the horse thing. He jumped so high that it was like he was riding a horse? That just seems too clumsy for a motif. Too weird.
And how about that backward-pointing finger. Is that like a taunt to the defenders down below: "Oh no you didn't! You didn't just try to set a pick on His Airness. Tsk! Tsk Tsk!"
Other than infusing Rooney with some overly porcine features and making eyes that are too beady and too close together and slightly crossed, and adding back shading that looks like an immense carpet of wiry shoulder hair, the artist of this work has sketched a damn fine tribute to Wazza.
Behind him, four Jovian attack pods careen down to Earth. Up ahead, the King sees the mothership break through the cloud cover and settle over Quicken Loans Arena.
Jeesh, no wonder the guy moved to Miami.
How many times have you heard, "Whatever happened to Winona Ryder?" Indeed the once A-list star seems all but erased from existence. Well, glad to say this artist has rediscovered her. She no longer acts, but she plays a heck of a golf game.
(Scroll down for a photo of Winona. Compare and marvel.)
Before the role was recast with Armie Hammer, Tiger Woods masked up to play the legend of justice. Rumor has it that the Tonto role went to Johnny Depp only after Bubba Watson passed on it.
Yeah, I get it; artists paint people the way they see them. They get artistic license. They can change color and proportions, whatever. But uh, not so sure about the battered Jeter here.
That's not a shiner, you say. That's a halo of divine light seeping out from his blessed soul.
The machines who rule the future sent back a machine to destroy the Patriots and change the course of history. Beware, the ELIminator.
Another B/R exculsive: The love child of an elf and a Klingon.
Oh Caroline, you poor gal. A little bit of sun and you Scandinavians get as red as a lobster. Now I'm no dermatologist, but I'm pretty sure that it's aloe vera and not Pepto-Bismol that you're supposed to rub on your face in these types of situations.
The eyes come courtesy of his Tarsier DNA.
In the words of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz, "The horror, the horror."
If this were not a portrait, but a still life of a wax-figure likeness of Cristiano Ronaldo wearing heavy makeup, it would be eerily good.
A rare and tragic side-effect of deer antler spray usage.