fuzzy head discovery


     Just wanted to do a quick post to report a bit of a discovery.  Remember my cave skellie idea?  Well, I think I found his head (or as close to it as I’ve gotten so far).  I may have to do some developmental studies of this face and head until I get it fine tuned but I think the basic shape, expression and fuzziness are just about right.

     Oi, gotta get to bed.  Thanks for taking a look : )

cake walk


     Here’s the final version of this, complete with head added and allowed to dry.  You might recall the work in progress from the past.  I’d like to say this was part of my cave skellie idea development but I don’t think it is, it just looks similar.  Or maybe it is part of it and I just haven’t figured out how it all fits together yet.

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.

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.