I knew there was something I hadn’t done in a while and that certain something was assault my few readers with hot gratuitous COCK ACTION!! So here they are, my “proto-cocks.” I refer to them as such because they were the prototype versions of a pissed off fuzzy skeletonian cock that was requested of me for my very first commission.
That’s right campers, I actually sold original artwork for the cash and it didn’t kill me! It actually ended up being kinda fun. The whole experience was pretty encouraging and I hope to put up a commissions page in the near future explaining how I roll with the whole cash-for-art thing. I’ll have details about the actual commission in question in the near future as well. Stick around : D
When I first finished this guy I was all like, “This ain’t no good. I rushed it.” but lately it’s been on the top of the stack of crumple drawings staring at me and now I’m all like, “Them monkey-bloody eyes are fuckin’ lookin’ at me, judging me, FUCK YOU BLOODYMONKEY EYES!!!11!” and then I decided to post it.
This was one of the many creations from a few months ago where I indulged the impulse to destroy and otherwise kill my various skeletonians, fuzzy and otherwise. The background was done first and I decided to use the burst of red as a line of force, ripping this guy in two in the process. I do love me my graphic violence.
What about you? How do YOU like your violence served?
(If you’ve already read the first version of this post and found it to be a bit unclear and/or unfocused I apologize. I was rushing through it right before bed and I was both tired and unorganized in my thoughts. Anyway, here’s the update/edit. I feel it much more effectively puts forth the point I was originally hoping to make)
I got myself busy with my markers over the weekend. One night I completed a few drawings, ate dinner and watched some TV. Later, when I came back to my room I saw the last finished drawing still on my inclined table in the very dim light before I got a chance to turn the lamp back on. It creeped me out… No, it flat out scared
me and I stopped drawing for the day. I find the older I get the more easily I forget recent events and the more I remember my past. When the vivid horrors of the present become too much for me I retreat to the comfort of the past. Senior citizens who can’t remember what they did yesterday but can easily remember their first day of grade school in vivid detail aren’t necessarily senile. I think their minds are simply doing what’s necessary in order to survive the harshness of the present.
The above drawing is not the one that scared me over the weekend. My fear forced a retreat into my past and I chose to post an old pencil drawing from 10 years ago. My defenses went up and I no longer had the desire to face my art in its present state. My wife once made the observation that it’s remarkable sometimes to watch as my defenses go up when I feel threatened, insecure or scared. Perhaps that’s why I chose this particular drawing. What you see above could easily be a depiction of that exact phenomenon. Layered defenses of the past shooting up to protect the frightened little me hiding behind them.
And now for some WaCkY Creation Trivia! This was completed immediately prior to defending angel. In the upper-left corner you can see one of the scribble bats bleeding through from the page behind. Here’s a detail with enhanced color to make it easier to see:
Seems fitting that these two drawings are right next to each other. Very similar themes of protection and defense. May your own defenses serve to protect you well from the harshness of the day. Thanks for taking a look.