Marty loves to hear from people (mostly praise). Write to him with anything – ideas, conversational threads, recipes, maps, quests, jobs, love notes, love jobs, love maps, what have you at:
sockpuppetportraits (at) martystuff (dot) com.
He’s available for all manner of commisions and ideas. Seriously, he can come up with anything.
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Marty Allen, Superhero
579 Myrtle Avenue| Apartment 1R | Brooklyn, NY 11205
B I O – type thinger
Marty Allen makes all sorts of things. One thing that he is least proficient at is writing biographies in the third person. While he likes to talk about himself at length, in general they quickly devolve into something or other about sandwiches.
CURRENTLY—->
I am very compelled by character building and storytelling. For the last 15 years I have been building, expanding upon, and selling a body of curious artworks that surround a larger story, universe, and mythology. It is my hope that each piece can both stand on its own, or be appreciated for its small part in a larger story. All aspects of what you see of my work – Sock Puppet Portraits, the related band and other songs, the Soap Opera, White Book Drawings, Automatons, and many other bodies of work that I have not released publicly all play into this larger mythology – that of The Seven Layers of Space.
I am currently working on my first novel by way of explanation…”Theodore the Normal Boy and His Search for Mozarella Botticelli”, the first of the SEVEN LAYERS of SPACE Trilogy of Awesome.
I am also very compelled to see how my story and world grows over time, and how interactions with people who enjoy my work informs this growth. As such, the lives and stories of the Sock Puppet Portraits are ever changing, and it my hope to form a proprietary social network – MONSTERFACEBOOK – in which the one-of-a-kind Sock Puppets that I sell can interact with the pre-existing body of Sock Puppet Portraits (all 52 of whom already have extensive lives, profiles, songs, etc).
historical context(in third person)
Marty was born on a dark cold night under full moon light in Brockton, Massachusetts. City of Champions. Go Rocks. He spent many of his formative years playing by himself until he met an awesome friend named Jeremy. They taught each other that it was ok to be really weird all the time. Most of this was accomplished in a suburb of Boston, as punctuated by a variety of experimentations with too many controlled substances, a technique neither the author nor its intended audience recommend, endorse, or deny having participated in. He then spent a cold decade rocking out and being pretentious, drunk, and still weird in Boston (where he blah blah attended Mass College of Art graduating with blah blah honors and distinction from the Studio for Inter-related Media).
Previously on Marty Allen (starting in, let’s say, 2005 or so), which is to say while he was living in the aforementioned Boston, he did this crazy project where he’d make a Song-a-Day for thirty days (still yours to see at martystuff.blogspot.com). He did this with varying results 3 times resulting in 90 songs (moreover he did this twice with sock puppets resulting in 60 puppets), much of which set the stage for the nonsense that he is creating (and selling) now. Who knows what he is doing now that will set the stage for stuff that he’ll do and sell later? It boggles the mind into quandaries and vexations. They veer towards conclusions but always avoid any kind proper terminus via naps and/or ‘gettin boozy’.
Marty’s OTHER formative years were spent at Massachusetts College of Art’s Studio For Inter-related Media, an open-ended hippie-fest of a major that set the stage for much of the inspiration and experimentation that is the foundation for Uncle Monsterface, and more importantly led to many artistic collaborations that remain strong and consistent to this very day.
Eventually, he’ll insist upon writing a more cogent (or at the least colorful and amusing) biography. For now he insists that “, this will suffice,” because,”who gives a damn or reads this part, just make me a funny picture you jerk.”
While having respect for a number of noteworthy fine artists (or at least pretending to know about them), most of Marty’s influences stem from the world of pop culture, the source of that which has truly moved him throughout his life – comic books, movies, video games, toys, pop rock bands and the like. But the weird and really good ones.
He owes great debts to the likes of (in a very important and incomprehensible order):
They Might Be Giants, Jim Henson, The Kids In the Hall, the first 6-9 Seasons of The Simpsons, Oingo Boingo, Tom Waits, Chris Ware, Edward Gorey, Grant Morrison, Alan Moore, Ben Edlund, Joss Whedon, Wes Anderson, The Dead Milkmen, Dr. Seuss, Maurice Sendak, Miyazaki, Lane Smith, Tim Burton (minus the last 15 years), Shigeru Miyamoto, Gunpei Yokoi, Michel Gondry, Chip Kidd, Phillip Pullman, whoever thought up the 80’s version of GI Joe, The Residents, The Flaming Lips, and the like. Etc. So forth. Yawn.
There is also a consistent thread of the Tao Te Ching (srsly).
And in more serious moments, he owes a lot to the likes of Joseph Campbell and Marcel DuChamp.
And most importantly, the amazing people that he knows, and his grandmother.
And SANDWICHES!
(I’m the one with the megaphone. I look more like a hobo now. If you can believe that that’s possible…)
