succumbing and OPG 2014


     The fever of Summer is breaking and so is my resistance to the abuse I suffered at the hands of my half-sister, mother and father.  I’m succumbing to it all but fear not, for I am seeking help.  I have made an appointment with my doctor and I plan to ask for advice, medication and a referral to a good counselor.  It’s the waiting that’s killing me right now.  The disease howls and I am coming perilously close to doing irrevocable damage to my marriage.  I just hope the help doesn’t come too late and I hope my wife can, in time, forgive me somehow.  I really should’ve headed down this current path a good year or more earlier.

     The good news is October is so very close now and I burned a bunch of vacation to ensure that I have every single damned weekend off!  I need my rest, especially right now.  As for OPG 2014, I plan on mostly posting on the weekends with sporadic postings during the week if I have time.  I’m not going to push myself.  I can get myself into serious trouble by thinking that I’m stronger than I am.  Nonetheless, staying at least a little busy with the OPG will be good, I can use the distraction while I bide my time.

     That’s it for now.  If things come together I’ll post the first of the month, definitely by the weekend of all else fails.  See you then oxoxoxo

my father and The Jiggler

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     So I was watching an episode of Adventure Time called “The Jiggler” (spoiler alert!) where Jake and Finn unwittingly lure a baby creature away from its mother and take it home with them.  The baby soon gets sick and basically starts puking blood.  Instead of getting help for the poor thing they ultimately decide that all they need to do is plug the hole it’s puking from but the creature has multiple holes on its body it can puke from so they resort to using their collections of glass eyes and eye patches to plug all the holes in an attempt to stop the puking.  This was very troubling to me since my abusive fuckhead father had worn a glass eye when he was younger and by the time I knew him always wore an eye patch.  So here Jake and Finn have sacrificed their precious collections in a effort to “save” this baby.  Moments before the young creature explodes from their gross mistreatment of it, they show a shot of it as a quivering mass with glass eyes shoved into its holes and eye patches strapped around its body, sitting in a puddle of its own puke-blood while still slowly leaking more puke-blood from its many plugged holes. Needless to say, I was more than a little disturbed at this point.  When the creature explodes it doesn’t die.  Instead, puke-blood goes everywhere and it gets all stretched out like a big rubbery noodle.  So now our intelligent heroes panic and decide to gather up the sick, exploded, noodle baby into a pile and just smash it all back together as if it were just a bunch of modeling clay.  Maybe I was taking things a little too seriously but by this point I was a little horrified and experienced a legitimate stress response in my gut.  Miraculously, smashing the baby back together using brute force doesn’t kill it and after all the kidnapping, abuse and attempted murder they eventually return the baby to its mother.

     Now, while I’m a both a fan and creator of disturbing imagery and have great respect and admiration for anyone who can effectively illustrate the weird and stupid things that can happen in a surrealistic dream-like state (pretty much the core of what Adventure Time is about), this particular episode really hit just a tad too close to home for me.  Anyway, long story short:  I watched “The Jiggler” and afterwards I drew the image you see above.

feather fuzzy


     I sat here and tried to get in the mood to say something about this guy but this guy is just me.  A fussy, detailed, neurotic creation that is afraid of taking a chance.  Afraid of chasing a dream that requires a wholehearted effort if it is to have any hope of a mature completion.  Assuming completion is even something that is possible with this sort of thing.  Perhaps a mature pursuit is more appropriate.  Maybe I just need more time.

     As for technique and execution, I got back into my fussy details and my beloved fuzzy feathers again.  Great stuff for burning off excess nervous energy : )  Thanks for taking a look.

Perception of Pain and The Fuzzy Skeletonian

     I am pleased to announce that I am working with a newly formed band from Calgary, Canada called Perception of Pain.  Head on over and check them out!  They are interested in artwork for their merch sales that depicts pain and suffering.  Not exactly sure why they chose my style of art…


…but I guess life can surprise and mystify you at times : )

     I’ll keep you crazy kids posted as things progress here at The Fuzzy Skeletonian!

the bloody mouth of self-examination


     This is harsh.  Staring at myself through these cumples all month.  I’m a scared, worried, anxious kinda guy it seems.  I guess if I wasn’t there would be something more than a little off about me.  Would probably have an inventory of body parts in my freezer or something.

fraidy twins

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     These two make me uncomfortable.  I guess no one likes looking at their own fear and otherwise neurotic states.  But, hey, this is good news for you wacky kids!  The Fraidy Twins here are a package deal, two for one, BOGO, 50% off, everything must go-type of deal.  If you’re amazing enough to donate AND get the chance to pick these guys (remember: first come, first serve) then you’ll get a PAIR of original artworks!  So, help me enhance my comfort level and get these guys out of my house, will you?

feather-splosion and monkey hypnosis

     My cable modem died last night, severing my connection to ye olde Internets but now I’m back with an EXTREME SUPER-PALOOZA DOUBLE-DAWG CRAZY-CRUMPLE post!!  Behold, as I amaze you with not one, but TWO WHOLE IMAGES with mind-shattering commentary to rock your soul and break your heart:


     This guy is a bit more unique than most of my crumples.  His lack of a forehead, small brain and feathery explosion make him look like some sort of crazy insectiod witch doctor.  Perhaps this is all the Fuzzy Skeletonian HMO can afford these days.  It’s no wonder there’s such a high rate of anxiety and bleeding in the Fuzzy Skeletonian population.


     I originally passed over this guy but now I’ve come back to him because he has this kinda cute monkey hypnosis presence about him.  Of course, if you let him hypnotize you he’d probably just end up eating your face off but that’s really just alternative medicine to a Fuzzy Skeletonian.

     This concludes the EXTREME SUPER-PALOOZA DOUBLE-DAWG CRAZY-CRUMPLE post!  YOU’RE WELCOME WORLD!!1!

mouth bleed and self-abuse (not the good kind)


     They say if you dream that you’re bleeding from your mouth it means you’re doing something that’s bad for you but you keep doing it anyway.  While I’ve never dreamt this specifically it is a very frequent feature in my artwork which is largely unplanned and subject to my unconscious impulses and desires.  I’ve also been actively abusing myself lately in the form of a stupid, competitive, online game which only makes me even more anxious than I already am.  But I keep playing it even though I realize the detrimental way in which it affects me.  Must be a symptom of a deeper disturbance.

one-eyed dad bastard


     This is one of several crumples where I deliberately drew lines to either side of the one eye to emulate my father’s eye patch strap just to see how it felt.  It felt forced but I also think it adds a bit of realism for me.  Helps me keep in mind what I’m trying to confront when a Fuzzy Skeletonian emerges on the page.

bloody fuzzy and the OPG


     I won’t tell you where I’ve been artistically but the above image is fairly close to the mark.  I will tell you that I’ve officially dropped my Vincent personae.  It just wasn’t feeling right, it’s not who I am anymore.  My name is Eddie Jones and I will be you host, guide and victim as we slog our way, step by heavy step, towards the mountain of fear that is The Fuzzy Skeletonian.

     In other news, October is creeping up behind me with impure thoughts.  So grab your vasoline and get ready for Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza 2013!   Stop on by this coming month, enjoy your beverage (or beverages) of choice and don’t dress up in any of your good clothes cause it’s gonna get all nasty and crumply.  Details to follow over the weekend.

weird energy


     You must be all like, “What the hell, man!?  Changing to this brand new FUCKING AWESOME header AND changing the blog title without an explanation!!??!!”  Well I gotta tell ya, it’s all about this weird energy that’s been driving me lately.

     I mean, did you know there can be a PURPOSE to life?  A reason for trying?  I thought I had it all figured out a few years ago.  Thought life was meaningless, pointless, a random existence bereft of coherence and understanding.  Then I got back into my art.  In the years since then I’ve had fun with my art, gotten inspired by other artists, old and new and come to realize that my art is truly a part of me that I cannot deny.

     This new clarity of purpose and the accompanying motivation has resulted in a positive, negative, swirling, weird energy that’s got me producing art almost everyday (I’m even posting to Twitter and shit).  I’m also out of my mind with fear.  Having dreams and goals for the future is not what I’m used to.  I’ve spent almost all of my adult life in an angry, protective, nihilistic, defeatism and having hope for the future is a very strange and scary thing for me now.  However, amidst the fear and weirdness, things are starting to become clear here and there, like my new header.

     The new header (and blog title) is really more of a head-ING for me to travel towards.  I’ve decided that the concept of the Fuzzy Skeletonian needs to be pursued in earnest, explored fully, with an eye towards bringing it to an eventual mature completion before I die.  I decided Torso Man (a.k.a Fuzzy Skeletonian #1) should lead the way with his fuzzy fuzzy torso of power!  I’ve also been cranking out more and more Fuzzy Skeletonian crumple drawings like the one you see above.  I’ve got a stack nearly a foot tall that grows everyday!

     I hope the future brings good things to my art.  I hope my art brings good things to the future.  And I hope I keep my head and don’t fall to my fears.  Finally, in closing, welcome to The Fuzzy Skeletonian.  I am your host, Vincent.

fuzzy tears and various hiccups


     Here’s my latest greatest painting project.  I call it a project because I’m not sure it’s done.  I may go back and add some more to this.  Maybe some thin-lined fiddly bits of some kind.

     Sorry for my absence of late.  Been having some personal (as well as blog) hiccups that have been disrupting me and and slowing me down in general.  I finally had a bit of an epiphany over the weekend that cleared a few things up for me and I think I’m on the mend.  Thanks for sticking with me.

thick wet lines


     It’s hard to describe how I feel.  I just finished the thick, wet lines of this piece.  Something about this painting has put me in an intense, mostly unidentifiable mood.  This is a skull so I’m guessing fear is in there.  Probably some of the standard fear of the future associated with skulls and skeletons but that’s definitely not all.  There’s something angry and brooding about this as well.  Something that drains me and outrages me at the thought of it stealing my energy.  Still, I’m fascinated by it.  I can’t stop thinking about it.  How it makes me feel.  I find myself frowning, like my whole skull and brain area is tensing up.  My head feels warm.  No, my brain feels warm.  I feel like I need to cry but I’m not sure why.  I feel violent.  I’m sick and tired of work.  I’m bored at work.  I only have one or two days a week during a normal week when I have the time and feel rested enough to pursue my artwork.  Not sure where I’m going with this.

     Last night the wife and I enjoyed a bunch of sushi and wine.  Afterwards we had desert, mixed drinks and enjoyed a very good vampire movie.  Today we went out to eat, got caught in a downpour, drove to get ice cream and soda in said downpour and came home.  After a brief scare of our air conditioner temporarily not working due to the storm, I made myself a jumbo margarita and completed another fuzzy skeletonian for October.  When we got hungry again, we nommed the hell out of a pre-made rotisserie chicken.  After dinner and coffee I came back here to my room and completed this painting.  Now I’m sitting here, listening to the Blade Runner soundtrack trying to sort out my feelings.  Maybe I’m wrestling with some sort of moody, artistic conundrum or maybe I’m just a tad hung over and disappointed that the weekend is winding to a close.  I think the painting is dry now.  Better get it scanned and start getting ready for bed.  Have a good week.

what me worry?


     This was drawn immediately in between fire hair and blood drool and I just skipped over it.  Given my recent history, the very fact that it made me hesitate or feel uncomfortable must mean that this is a self-portrait.  I think that’s what this whole nose bleed style is turning into; definite self-examination and/or exploration.  Look at those eyes.  What am I so worried about?