Fee Fie Foe... Fiorilla!

Last exit to Fiorillaville

2009-08-01T09:22:00.000-07:00

At age 48, Steve Fiorilla died in Buffalo on July 29, 2009. His imaginative creations live on, but there is no joy in Fiorillaville this week. Last one to leave, turn out the light.

All art on ''Fee Fie Foe... Fiorilla'' is copyright ©2009 by the Estate of Steve Fiorilla.

Winter Wonderland

2008-12-25T19:57:00.000-08:00

In the winter, the snowy drifts and sooty drifters are blowin' in the wind. How does it feel? Beneath the streets of Fiorillaville, the helpless homeless huddle in dank tunnels amid fetid odors. Oddly shaped creatures scurry in the darkness.

Here we see a frail family, the Marginals. Facing foreclosure of their subterranean tunnel, they are desperate and destitute as they set out to find a new abode.

Autumnal angst

2008-10-18T10:10:00.000-07:00

Traveling toward the outskirts of Fiorillaville, one goes through a ghastly grid of undeveloped sections, twisting streets with partially constructed dwellings long abandoned. Rust never sleeps, and armies of cloned terrormites feast amid the ruins. Beyond the grid, the once beautiful fields of jimflora have been devastated by ravenous Rotbeetles, and it is here that celery stalks at midnight. Within the thornmaze, no bellybirds sing. Lurking in the shadows of the wistful wisteria is doleful Andy Autumn. If you see him from the corner of your peripheral vision, then you know summer in Fiorillaville is finally over at long last.

Fiorillaville, a suburb of Fiorilla City

2008-09-21T07:37:00.000-07:00

The wind blows through the crumbling canyons in Fiorillaville. The chill drives the inhabitants inside where they huddle around pot-bellied stoves and tell tales about the glorious long-ago lives of their majestic ancestors. It was a time before the Great Madness that changed the world forever. Many never returned from The Abyss. Some survived but were horribly mutilated. Others were realigned and altered by the Distortionalia Virus.

Life in Fiorilla City

2008-05-10T11:04:00.000-07:00

Yes, here I am again, the Old Bitch, with another regurgitation of Fiorilla. Here are strange snapshots from another realm, images found stored away in the rotating penthouse of the towering Fiorilla Building overlooking the neon night of Fiorilla City. Rat Fink prowls the concrete canyons, while the Eyedactyl soars overhead, circling, twisting slowly in the wind and keeping an eye peeled for the Fiorillazilla and any hallucinogenic alterations to the background landscape. Shawn McManus provided the iridescent coloring for the creatures above. Below is Rat Funk, Rat Fink's dad, colored by Jim McDermott. Visions of Fiorilla City by moh1t.

The Christmas Things

2008-03-22T08:47:00.000-07:00

Hee, hee! It's me again, the Old Bitch. And now for some putrid poetry...

Slay bells ring, are ya listenin'?

In the zone, blood is glistenin',

A truly Dead Zone

Yes, it's Christopher

Walken in a Winter Wonderland.

Ready to hang some Christmas stalkings? Well, say hello to Santa Baby. Looking for the missile tow so we can prepare for that Nuclear Winter, due any year now. Heh, heh!.

Old Bitch art is a collaboration of Fiorilla and XNO.

2008-03-20T15:46:00.001-07:00

Old Witch vs. Old Bitch

2007-11-29T03:40:00.000-08:00

Hee, hee! It's me, the Old Witch! Hungry for another slime serving from my cauldron, eh? What's that? You were expecting Ms. Cartoonia, the Old Bitch? I force-fed her my special anti-motion potion. That shut her yawning yap! See, I'm making a return from the 1950s to see what this Internet nonsense is all about. Yes, I've gone from ECs to PCs, from ghoulish snacks to iMacs, from whips to chips, from werewolf bites to weird bytes. So fasten your drool cups... because it's going to be a bumpy ride!

Nightmare in the Kitchen

2007-10-29T01:02:00.000-07:00

"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of chefs? Ms. Cartoonia knows! Heheheheheh! How do I know? Because I ate their hearts with some fava beans and a nice chianti. Very tasty, and a fine meal it was, prepared by one of my old flames, Chef Boy Hearty. Whenever I said, 'What's cookin', good lookin'? Let's party, Hearty.' he put the lime in the coconut. Yowsa! You can see the Chef here as he asks the musical question, 'What'll we do with our butter when the roll is called up yonder?'" Our dinner guests will be here soon, and guess who's coming to dinner? See below. They've heard that the Chef makes an excellent Ghoulash! Hehheh. So long until next time, kiddies! Bon appetit!"

Steve Fiorilla Gallery and Cyber Crypt

2007-10-18T19:47:00.000-07:00

"Greetings, gang! Yes, it's me again... Ms. Cartoonia, hostess of the Steve Fiorilla Gallery and Cyber Crypt. No hackers here because of the encryption! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk! Remember... it's not the cough that carries you off, it's the coffin they carry you off in. Nyuk, nyuk! And now... on with the show..."
All artwork is © 2007 Steve Fiorilla

"Hey! Who let the dawgs out?"

Who is Steve Fiorilla ? Click to engorge.

2007-10-17T14:14:00.000-07:00

"Welcome! I am Ms. Cartoonia, your tour guide through the Fiorillaverse. Come to me as we trace a map of the unconscious... a pathway that leads directly to Hell. See that house at the end of the street? Enter... if you dare."
All artwork is © 2007 Steve Fiorilla

"On the Internet, no one knows you're a zombie."