four faces of artistic imperative


     I’ve been pretty lax on the blogging front lately.  For those of you who may have missed me, I apologize.  I’ve been processing a lot.  Coming to terms with myself and who I really am, who I’ve always been really.  The problem is, I fight everything.  I’m a very high-maintenance person and I am very resistant to incorporating new things into my life because there’s already too much stuff swirling around in my head at any given moment.  Most of the time I just long for a reset back to simplicity.  The big ol’ eraser across the messy, messy chalkboard that is my brain.  But that ain’t gonna happen.  I’m an awkward patchwork resulting from an imperfect, dirty little life and I just need to make due with what I have and accept what I cannot change.  One of those things that I cannot change is the fact that I’m an artist.

     Not just that I have artistic ability and an aesthetic eye but an actual imperative to be an artist.  This is something that I’ve been foolishly fighting against lately and I’ve been losing.  I guess that’s one of the ways you can be sure about something.  It certainly has given me some clarity and confidence in what I need to do with my spare time.  I need to try to be the best artist I can be, to use the time and resources I have available to learn and improve, and to hang on to my dream wherever it may lead.  I may wax and wane in my pursuit but I will never give it up.  I can’t give it up.  This is what I must do.

     Anyway, enough of all of this heartfelt declaration of purpose.  On to the art!  What you see above is the self-portrait I threatened to do using the technique I learned with accidental Stripe.  Since I ended up with four different versions even before I scanned anything I decided to get my Warhol on and block them all together with different color schemes.  I think I captured the sadness, frustration and anger I’ve been going through lately.

     That’s it for now.  I hope to get my butt a little more in gear in coming months and share whatever I can whenever I can.  Thanks for stopping by.

Stripe struggles, Horror With Training Wheels

(The following artworks were created as part of my participation in Horror With Training Wheels over at Guts and Grog Reviews.  See the original appearances here.)

     My inspiration for the following pieces was from the very end of Gremlins when Stripe’s skeletal remains pop up out of the fountain.  It seems my two favorite moments come from the beginning and end of the film (the second being the hilarious, teary-eyed monologue of the poor girl relating the story of her dumb-ass father’s attempt to come down the chimney dressed as Santa).  Anyway, I ended up with three artworks.  Enjoy!

     My first impulse was to draw Stripe’s skeletal remains in my signature Fuzzy Skeletonian style.


     I wasn’t quite satisfied with this so I moved on to painting which produced something much more like “Stripe: Demon From Hell.”  This version ended up with much more energy than the previous take.


     Still, I felt restless with my efforts and started to get discouraged so I turned to my ever-reliable cynicism and got all Andy Warhol on this bitch.  I reduced the screen cap I was working from down to a 4 color gray scale and printed it out on some watercolor paper.  After a liberal application of red paint and some dry brush to accentuate the eyes I ended up with a bloody soulless homage to commercialism.  Andy would be proud.


     Well, that about wraps this up.  Thanks to Tromeric for inviting me to participate and giving me a little something to focus my artwork on.  Despite my bitching I enjoyed working on these pieces : )

     Thanks for stopping by and don’t forget to check out the avalanche of amazing content that Horror With Training Wheels has turned into!

color tasks me, and i shall have it


     No… Color. The game’s not over.  To the last, I will grapple with thee!  From hell’s heart, I stab at thee!  For hate’s sake…  I spit my last breath at thee!

     I’ll admit it.  Color is the great white whale to my Khan of art.  It is something that I am both very familiar with yet seem to know nothing about.  Sorta like the tag line for the Othello board game:  “A minute to learn, a lifetime to master.”  What you see above is one of my Halloween decorations I threw on the scanner and added a dark t-shirt over it to give it a nice background.  While I think it turned out well, it definitely wasn’t an easy or pleasurable process.  All of these colors were experimented with and hard fought choices on my part.  However, this is something I need to do more often if I am to have any hope of bringing my artworks to the level I aspire to.

     This started out as a little color experimentation and ended up what is now due to my still having Andy Warhol on the brain from yesterday’s post.  I know there’s differing opinions regarding Warhol, and with good reason, but I’m proud to say that I am definitely of the slant that the man was a fucking genius.  He understood the very essential, basic nature of art and artists.  He was a master of color, repetition and design.  He also exhibited an insanely firm grasp and awareness of subjectivity in his art, giving it such a global accessibility and appeal.  If I can achieve in my art even a small fraction of the scope that Warhol was able to I would be very satisfied.

     I’ll wrap this up by saying that I hope my Octoberween efforts so far this month have been worth your time.  Thanks for stopping by and taking an interest.