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.
Pretty neat, huh? I’m very impressed with this oven-bake clay. Super easy to work with. It goes from soft modeling clay to a semi-flexible wood-like state after baking. You can even add soft clay to the baked clay and bake it again and it all fuses together with no shrinkage that I’ve been able to detect. In short, great great stuff.
I’ve got all the major parts done, save the hands and feet. The next step is figuring out the fuzzy connective tissue. I have a few ideas but they’re going to take time and experimentation to perfect. Stay tuned, campers!
Beware mortals! What you see is the beginning of the first real 3-D Fuzzy Skeletonian to enter our plane of existence! The scale I’m working on right now is more the bite-your-toes-off-and-laugh-while-you’re-screaming size of Fuzzy Skeletonian but I hope to bring these guys to full rip-your-arm-off-and-beat-you-with-a-bloody-stump scale in the future but that may be a while coming simply due to cost of materials.
What I’m envisioning at present are highly detailed Fuzzy Skeletonian figurines fit for collecting. Working in 3-D is also going to allow me to literally start building my Fuzzy Skeletonian Army! World domination is only a matter of time now, bitches!!
I must say, it feels good to be working with clay again. Never thought I’d see the day. Until I started messing around with this stuff I’d almost forgotten the ceramics classes I took in college. I guess my dream of being a ceramic sculptor never really died, it just laid dormant for a while. After all these years the sneaky little bastard gave me quite the pleasant surprise! Fuckin’ life. It has a way of circling around and giving you back what you thought you’d lost.