Here’s some dirty expression from a few months ago. Drawn at work with Sharpies, watercolor added later at home.
Oh my word have I been a great big huge procrastination pants lately! Friend and fellow perpetrator of art Jesse Campbell was awesome enough to create this banner for my site a while ago (you may have already seen it over at ZOMBIE BITES in the side bar) and I am just now getting around to presenting it here. I know, right?
Anyway, I’ll stop beating myself up about it and just say this is a pretty fucking awesome banner and I’m very proud to offer it to all who may favor my site with their presence. Grab it up, shrink it down and plonk it in your side bar and, most of all, give Jesse some thanks, some cash or at least a thoughtful comment on his work.
That’s it for now. I hope to increase my posting frequency in the future so check back later for more and thanks for stopping by!
Fwharrr! Haven’t had much sleep the past two days and I’m feelin’ it :P Anyway, thought I’d end the month strong with Mr. Big Teeth here. I got all feathery-fuzzy with his hair too. He’s almost wolfing out on me here!
I hope you enjoyed CruMpLe MaNiA!! and if you want to slide in under the bell you have until the end of today to participate and get yourself some ding-dang artstuffs!
Well, that about wraps it up for this years OPG. Thanks for taking an interest and I hope you have wonderfully horrific Halloween!!
Haw haw!! Turnip head!! : PPP
With this guy I think I was remembering a little of what I accomplished way back when with Jernigan’s skull. The similarities being mainly the fuzzy seams between the bones of the skull and, I guess, the profile orientation.
I was going to mention there was about ten years between this guy and the Jernigan skull. Then I began thinking about whether or not I’ve made ten years worth of progress. Now I’m sitting here wondering if I really care about the answer to that question.
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.
Hi Dad. Whatcha bleedin’ about this time? I guess I can’t tell if you’re bleeding or just sucking up the blood puddle left from who-knows-what. Well, whatever you’re doing, I’ll leave you to it.
This one’s a pretty recent crumple. I’ve been trending towards red and/or bloody spots on the face. Not sure what it is exactly but it sure adds some drama to the over all composition. I guess blood will do that.
Sort of an intense, nervous curiosity about this guy. Like he’s VERY interested in what he’s looking at. Also, elbow neck. A straightened elbow but an elbow nonetheless.
Here’s a fairly early crumple, before the red. This guy’s got a sort of high velocity intensity to him. All flyin’ up in the air and shit, lookin’ down, gonna fuck your shit up in a minute type of thing. I like him. ‘Least he’s in action, up to something, instead of cryin’ and worryin’ all the damn time.
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?
I’ve got my dad here floating next to some sort of angry radar dish-type of thing but that’s about as far as I’m prepared to go with this analysis. Toodles, as I must get my butt to bed. Thanks for taking a peek.
This messy composition allowed me to work out some aggression and/or nervous energy methinks. This is also among the few (and hopefully growing) watercolor crumples I’ve completed so far.
I was too uncomfortable to look at this guy for too long while I was processing him. Although, one thing I had no trouble looking at was his mouth. It’s not really frowning in sadness to match his damned eyes. It’s his TEETH that are frowning. Looks a bit unnatural.
Welcome to Saturday! Mr. Goofy Crooked Eyes is here to greet you with his crooked goofiness but don’t get too close because he’s not smiling. He’s lusting after your savory, yet chewy, face flesh. Mmm… face.
This guy’s got a dangerous-looking scream. It’s probably too much to stand and completely contagious at the same time.
I was going to be all witty and shit about this one, making some sort of insightful comment about my dad but I have had WAAAY too much sangria tonight. We had ourselves a taco party tonight and… well… sangria.
Here’s another of my narrow-headed guys. This one’s a personal favorite. I even posted him to Twitter a while back but no one noticed or cared. So now it’s up to you, gentle blog reader, TO NOTICE AND CARE while pretending that I still have a sense of pride.