emergence


     This is actually the flip side of stalactite rain.  I’ve often been using both sides of my paper lately to make the most of my materials and maximizing opportunities to practice technique.  Anyway, this guy seems to be emerging from some sort of bloody or fiery vortex.  The original is noticeably darker and bloodier, it makes me wonder where I’m going with my artwork.  Do I want to do it for art’s sake?  Do I want to do it for myself only?  Do I want to make money at this?  It’s quite an issue to wrestle with.  Hopefully, I’ll emerge from this murk with some clarity soon.

stalactite rain

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     Here’s another shadow of the previously mentioned cave skellie idea.  This image also spawned a further development in the story:

     He’s spotted me and now his confusion seems lessened by having someone to focus on.  His erection wanes a little and now starts to drip blood as he advances directly towards me.  I continue to retreat, weaving in and out of the stalactites, stalagmites and columns, attempting to outmaneuver him.  His arms are outstretched wide as he continues pursuit, there’s no way around.  Behind him I can see daylight diminishing as he forces me deeper and deeper into the cave.

     I’m even more curious now to see where this will all lead.  I’ll keep you posted as best I can.

sharing the fear

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     Here’s something I’ve been meaning to show you all for a while and one of the reasons I am so into painting right now.  Just look at that dark, murky blackness!  The first time I laid down some thick wet lines like this it really got to me but now it’s something that I’ve grown to love.  There’s just something so mesmerizing about the light reflecting off the wet paint and the fact that all it would take would be just one false move, one sneeze, one over-excited cat jumping up on my table and all of this beautiful liquid fragility would be completely ruined.  Of course, all of this gets lost once it dries and that’s why I finally decided to take a quick snap shot for the sharing and stuff…

     No, I’m not just stalling because I’m afraid of starting on the head and potentially fucking this whole thing up, so don’t even go there!  I’m sharing with you the beauty of creation and you should be grateful for this glimpse into my process…  You know what?  I don’t CARE what you think!  I”M SHARING DAMMIT!!1!

blood bursting crazy

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     I’ve been feeling stressed lately.  Stressed and a little crazy.  October was an amazing month.  Not only did I have three day weekends all month, not only did I complete my Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza without a hitch but I also got inspired to paint a buncha shit.  I got spoiled during October.  Got a taste of what it’s like to have plenty of free time and energy for my artistic pursuits.  Furthermore, my brain has switched over.  I’m an artist now, not a fucking factory worker.  I’m getting really pissed off at having to work, having to put up with all those assholes.  The only thing that keeps me on a fairly even keel is the fact that suffering makes for good artistic content.  Okay, okay, enough venting.

     Not sure what this was supposed to be.  A flexing arm with a bulging bicep or some disembodied genitalia.  Either way, it’s bursting and releasing pressure, which is nice to see.  The crazy has got to get out one way or another.

robust face


     Here’s some pencil from my 30’s.  This is from the same sketchbook as tribal mask and defending angel.  As you may recall, tribal mask marked an artistic rebirth for me of sorts and I think that momentum continued to grow with what you see above.  The thick neck, robust features and fierce eyes I think shows my confidence increasing as I worked my way back from complete artistic inactivity.

retreating into the darkness

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     This is just a shadow of the vivid image I can imagine of what will hopefully become a full-fledged fuzzy skeletonian.  I can see him in my mind, a fascinating waking nightmare:

     I’m backed into a cave and he’s shambling towards me, a wild look in his eyes, blood spraying and dripping from his mouth as he shakes his head in a frenzy of uncontrollable rage, lust and a kind of disoriented confusion.  He’s fully erect and ejaculating freely as he approaches.  The fuzzy, furry connective tissue between his bones is matted and filthy with an obscene offal of blood, semen, grease and who knows what else.  It’s day time and behind him I can see golden sunlight pouring into the mouth of the cave but I’m retreating into the darkness behind me, trying to be inconspicuous, banking on his confusion to give me an opportunity to slip by undetected and make my escape.

     That’s as far as this scene has progressed in my mind.  I hope to be able to post updates about this developing morbid fantasy as it hopefully continues to evolve into what I hope will be an extremely vivid horrific painting.

red eye and the tao of painting


     This one is a personal favorite.  It is one of the first Red Eye pieces I completed last month (although his red eyes are a tad muted in color compared to most).  The little bird-like thing up on the branch was a total accident.  I guess it’s more accurate to say that it wasn’t consciously planned.  I often find (despite my deliberate lack of planning) I already know what I’m going to create even before I know it, if that makes any sense.  I mean, seriously, his eyes even seem to look upward, curiously, at the bird but I certainly don’t recall any clear thoughts about making that happen while I was painting.  I guess it’s true what they say, “I do not do it.  It is not done.  It merely happens through me.”

precious energy

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     Well, work is slammin’ me again.  I’m in the middle of a 13 day week and it SUUUUUUUCKS!  You know, I don’t ask for too much from life.  I mean, seriously, is having my weekends free without having to burn valuable vacation days that hard to achieve!?

     Anyway, I apologize if I’ve been aloof, flat, absent or otherwise not my usual self lately.  Hopefully, I’ll be back to my usual shenanigans as the holiday breaks restore my precious precious energy.

red eye and the click

     I think I’m starting to click a little.  When I’m first learning most things I’m rather slow and plodding as I get acclimated to the task at hand.  At some point I get to where things seem to “click” and suddenly methods make sense, ideas crystallize and I pick up speed.  Maybe it was just the long weekends in October but I’ve definitely become much more comfortable with painting even if it can’t be accurately described as a full-on “click.”

     What you see above is what I’m happy to announce as a new style of mine called Red Eye.  Not that this is the first one I’ve shown you.  I sneaked one in during my OPG, if you recall.  I did a bunch of these this past month and I’m still quite happy to keep on doing them.  I’m pretty hooked at the moment : )  Really enjoying the mostly unconnected brush strokes.

Fuzzy Giveaway 2011!

     The Fuzzy Skeletonian Insane Mega-Giveaway is officially closed and the good news is all three of you who signed up and participated in this year’s Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza are GUARANTEED to receive your very own Fuzzy Skeletonian orginal artwork!

     The EVEN BETTER news is that you will have a little say in which of my fuzzy fellas you receive!  I know I originally stated that it would be a random giveaway but since there are a whole ten skellies up for adoption and only three of you signed up, I’ve decided give you all a chance to state your preference.

     So, what I need from each of you is to take one more look at all ten and then email me with the names of three (3) you wouldn’t mind receiving.  Please don’t tell me your favorite or list them in order of preference (I don’t need that kind of pressure, man!), just the three names in no particular order.  Also, don’t forget to include your current mailing address.  If you don’t happen to have a preference or would rather be surprised, please state that in your email.

     In the end, everyone will still receive only ONE original artwork but at least this way you will have some say in the matter.  So, let me know as soon as you have a moment.  I will, of course, wait for all three emails before I mail anything off.

     Thanks again for all your comments and taking the time to actually participate in my OPG!

march nightmare

     Well, I tried to save the best for last.  This post at least has the highest number of artworks I’ve ever included in one post before.  Anyway, here goes:

     Back in March the wife and I had a very good Saturday.  We slept late, went out to eat, futzed around town, running a couple of errands, generally having a good time.  It all culminated that evening with us having a blast at dinner (appetizer dinner, one of our favorites!), consuming more than the usual amount of wine and watching one of our favorite movies, Evil Dead II.  We enjoyed it almost as much as the first time we saw it.  However, I often found myself (as I realized later) taking it a little too seriously at times, saying things like, “You know, someone actually going through something this extremely supernatural and horrific might APPEAR to be acting in an absurd or comical way.  From my experience, the OUTWARD appearance of your actions is often out of step with what you’re actually feeling INSIDE.”  In my mind I thought I was just having fun with my conjecture and my ‘What if this was REALLY HAPPENING!?’ thought exercise.  What I didn’t know at the time is that I was planting the seeds of fear in my own impressionable, wine-marinated brain.  Not surprisingly, that night I had a nightmare.

     It opens in some strange house I’ve never been in before (as a lot of my unpleasant dreams do).  There’s a zombie somewhere and it’s all the fault of this douchebag son of some rich guy (apparently this is their house).  Not sure why I know all of this, it’s just the given facts of the dream.

      Anyway, next thing I know I’ve opened a closet door somewhere in the house and find myself standing face to face with the aforementioned zombie.  He’s not all, “Bleearrgh! Graaaarr! Brains!” or extremely gross looking or anything.  He’s a middle-aged, balding man in a suit.  He has a blank stare and is filthy (as zombies are wont to be) but the expressionless face looking back at me from the shadows of the freshly opened closet is particularly unsettling.


       Jump cut to a side view of the the closet.  From the top shelf of the closet, the zombie suddenly shoots out head first, arms at his sides, entire body parallel to the floor and stops at the waist.  The room is lit with a sickly, bright (yet also dark) orange and the top half of the zombie is sticking out of the closet, stiff as a board like the top drawer of a dresser.  Suddenly, his arms shoot out, doubling his visible length.


     Next thing I see (not that I actually recall seeing it, it’s more like my mind TOLD ME I was seeing it) is the zombie and the douchebag son wrestling on the floor in front of the closet.  The room is still lit in that sickly orange as they struggle, the zombie now in full, aggressive “Romero” mode.

     The scene changes again and I’m pretty sure I have the son safely behind me and the zombie is prone on the floor in front of me.  I’m jabbing at him with a transfer shovel trying to decapitate him.  We now seem to be in the living room.  Beyond the zombie I can see furniture, potted plants, windows and glass doors that lead outside to a back yard or patio.  It’s night time and the room is now a dark, moonlit environment and I can see streaks of blood running down the zombie’s face.  I jab again with the shovel, a little off target, and hit him in the face.  I don’t see it but I clearly feel a splash of warm liquid hit my left cheek and eye.

     Everything becomes a little unclear at this point, although in the next moment I somehow know that I’ve killed the zombie.  Then I look up at the ceiling and I see the shadow of a thin, unclothed, headless figure.  It’s arms are flailing wildly and shooting from it’s neck are what seems to be both short lengths of hair and what looks like small moths but they have no bodies, just a pair of fluttering wings, much like heart-shaped pieces of paper folded down the middle…


 …I’m terrified and I realize the ghost of the zombie is casting this shadow!  I panic and swing the shovel wildly at where I think the ghost is.  The force of the swing in my arm and shoulder as I hit nothing is the last thing I feel.

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     I woke up, hungover and so dry my eyelids were almost making scratching noises every time I blinked.  I was still pretty creeped out and, even though I keep a pretty much nocturnal schedule and there was plenty of daylight in the house, I was still seriously keeping a wary eye on the hallway for any shambling zombies that might be coming my way.  After some liquids, pain killers and a light snack I was finally able to get back to sleep.

Lastly, here’s another incarnation of the nightmare zombie:

     Well, I hope you enjoyed this.  I have to say this was the most vivid nightmare I’ve had in years.  My only regret is that I wish I could’ve done more artistic justice to it.  That’s not to say I didn’t produce a few decent images but I never really felt I completely captured the true vividness of the experience.  Oh well, I guess room for improvement is a good thing.

     Whew!  Has this been a crazy month or what?  I’m glad I took all the time off from work.  Three-day weekends all month has been SA-WEEET!  It’s gotten me rested up and ye olde creative juices flowing as well!  I look forward to the holidays and you should too, as I have a stockpile of new artworks just itching to be posted : D  Thanks for stopping by, you crazy kids are the best!

OPG participants, wave 2

     Coming in just under the wire, we have two more Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza participants!  Check it:

==>  Camille over at Corpse Cafe shows us that even skellies need quality snugglin’ time with their loved ones on Halloween.

==>  Hailing from KickinAssTakingNames, Katn gives us all some insight into how her brain works on the subject of horror through her list of films that have scared the holy bejeezus out of her in the past.

     Alrighty!  That makes for a total of three participants at present.  So, unless I get more than seven other people signed up with matching Horror/Halloween blog posts before midnight tonight, that means everyone is pretty much GUARANTEED to get their very own Fuzzy Skeletonian original artwork!

     Also also also, if the number of total participants remains low I may have some special changes to the giveaway rules so stay tuned campers!

bloody gore and insanity

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     Does this guy look insane or what?  Not as insane as Mr. Gable’s Countdown To Insanity this month but still pretty insane.  This painting was done earlier this year and I must say I’m rather proud of the brain matter on this dude.  I had initially painted blood vessels and was going to lay the red on top of them and allow them to bleed through.  I was working rather wet and they not only bled through but they simply became dark swirls amidst the red paint.  This ended up being a pretty happy accident, as I was able to manipulate the swirls into what you see now.  Makes for a pretty gory effect and I couldn’t be more pleased!  I’ll have to do this on purpose in the future when I want more bloody bloody gore gore.

     Well the month is winding to a close and so far I have only one person officially eligible for the giveaway.  I know it’s been a busy this month for everyone but you still have time to complete your entry into the giveaway.  As long as your blog post is dated no later than October 31st it qualifies, and I’m not going to be a Nazi about the quality of your content.  You can just post a picture of candy corn and type “Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me a free Fuzzy Skeletonian and Vincent’s an asshole for making me do this!”  Seriously, folks.  It’s that easy.

     Tune in tomorrow and I will share a nightmare with you.

red mouth


     This past weekend I had myself the previously mentioned Paint-a-Palooza and, while I said I was going to sit on those paintings for a while and revisit them at a later date, I just couldn’t keep this one to myself!  This one (like most of the rest) started out as a random background I made with six sheets of paper and various paint slatherings all sandwiched together.  After they all dried I had the fun of deciding what to do with all the backgrounds.  I think this one came together pretty well, if I do say so myself.  Man, am I lovin’ the red and black lately : D