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.

blood puddle


     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.

narrow-headed intensity


     I like how these narrow-headed guys turn out.  They’re smaller stature seems to give them more intensity somehow.  This guy also has my patented “elbow neck” feature that you may have seen before.

     Thanks for stopping by.  The wine I had for dinner and Vangelis’ sweet sounds are starting to lower my eyelids.  Nighty nite, folks.

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.

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.

dad or murder?


     This one reminds me of my dad for some reason.  I think it’s the hair, except my dad’s hair was curly and not at all coarse or spiky.  Also, my dad only had one eye and it wasn’t in the habit of bleeding profusely.  So maybe this isn’t my dad.  Maybe it’s the partially decomposed corpse of the guy I killed back in April.  I think I like the sound of that the best.

     Tired ramblings aside, this is my latest greatest effort with my brush markers.  I do love using messy, impulsive technique.  Very fun and satisfying.  Hey, thanks for stopping by and have a good weekend!

you and me and the OPG

     One of the many things I learned from my father is this:  If you want to get something done you start by promising that you’ll do it.  Then you stagger out into the garage, drink some more and pass out, sitting in front of the wood burning stove.  Mission accomplished.

     Having grown up in that kind of inspirational environment it’s not hard to see why I started planning my Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza in December.  As I am unaccustomed to actually accomplishing goals I figure the earlier I start, the better.  If I accomplish only one thing this year, it’s going to be my OPG.

     So far, I’ve just let my mind wander on the subject, waiting to see what occurs to me.  One of the thoughts that keeps floating around in my brain is the idea of original art giveaways.  Specifically, something like this:

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Actual size 5.5″ x 7.5″ on 90lb. watercolor paper and more detailed than what the scan shows.


     Behold the power of my fine-tip Japanese markers!  I also used a red Sharpie and some red watercolor paint for that added zing.  To get to the point, would you guys actually want something like this?

     I’m thinking I might’ve hit upon something kinda neat but it never hurts to get some feedback.  Anyway, gimme a shout when you have a minute.  Thanks.

manimal cyborg dad


     Here’s some more of my drawing backstory from high school.  Strong dad influences in this one (and, for some reason, a dash of Marlon Brando).  Also some beastman type stuff going on in there, probably from watching too many episodes of Manimal.

     Anyway, my dad got one of his eyes shot out with a bee-bee gun as a kid.  He apparently had a glass eye for a while when he was younger but by the time I knew him he was sporting an eye patch.  That combined with his dark, curly hair gave him a decidedly pirate look.  Thinking about it now, he would’ve looked much more awesome if he’d had a semi-translucent plate riveted over his bad eye, as pictured above.  Would’ve given him a much cooler, cyborg, road warrior look.

dad, now in color!


     Here’s my latest.  It combines two of my favorite things:  Sharpie markers and computer image editing.  I tried to just go nuts with the color, but staying with my first instincts.  You gotta start somewhere.

     As for the content, I’m guessing my dad is an influence, considering the one eye and the jagged, yellow teeth.  That’s all I’ve got.  This is too fresh for me to know much else about it.  Thanks for stopping by.

dad, KISS and childhood


     More high school stuff.  I’m not sure if this one is a self-portrait.  It’s definitely not all me.  My dad is in there (note the one good eye) along with some KISS makeup.  I was a really into KISS as a child.  Ran around with the makeup on and two belts crisscrossed on my bare chest.  Even had the KISS colorforms set!  Man, those were the days.