stickers and cutie pies


(Bug-eyed Fear image © FuzzySkeletonian.com, sticker effect © Redbubble.com)

     Okay, I’ve been trying not to make a big deal out of this but I finally got to the point where I had to come right out and say something.  I’ve been adding my work to my Redbubble account and they sell stickers with your artwork printed on them if you want them to and OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS GUY IS SO DING-DANG CUTE AS A STICKER!!!  You may remember him from this post where I was trying to pass him off as an ominous symbol of fear but, no, he’s not scary, he’s a cutie pie!  Just click on the image to check him out on the Redbubble.  Also, check out my Store page for more of my works if you’re curious.

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.

red line through me & Perception of Pain


     Rediscovered this guy tonight.  Like the look in his eyes.  This is one of a series of Sharpie drawings I’m doing on what turned out to be some pretty crappy watercolor paper.  Well, I suppose it’s really more a matter of taste.  If you happen to ENJOY painting on a material that is basically thick paper towel then I guess it would be the PERFECT watercolor paper for you.  For me, I’ll be sticking with the Strathmore from now on.

     In other news, I have officially licensed some artwork to Perception of Pain.  Speaking of which, they will be playing a gig this Tuesday, February 4th in Calgary.  If you’re in the area definitely stop on by and give a listen!!

     Thanks for taking a look and have a good week : )

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!

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 : )

white eyes


     I went digging in my closet and found an old dry erase board we used to keep on the fridge.  It’s all beat up and nasty but that adds character.  Another advantage is that it’s small enough to be scanned and that’s always a handy thing.

     Anyway, here’s my latest Fuzzy Skeletonian.  He’s kind of growing on me.  Gonna have trouble erasing this guy when the time comes.

bug-eyed fear, a shallow examination

     Well, I finally got around to posting this.  As previously mentioned, this was the drawing that gave me the heebie-jeebies the very same evening that I completed it.  I attempted to approximate the lighting and point of view that creeped me out with this photo:


     I imagine this photo doesn’t do justice to what I was feeling that night.  I’m sure it was more my vulnerable state of mind more than the image itself that caused the fear reaction.  Or perhaps they got it right with the character of Mark Lewis in Peeping Tom (1960), “Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is?  It’s fear.”


     And what is fear, exactly?  I guess that’s a big part of what makes it so frightening…  I don’t know.  I feel like I’m just tossing this off so I don’t have to think too much about it.  Maybe I’m just protecting myself.

     On the subject of creation trivia, this seems to be the second of my long-necked or rubber-necked fuzzy skeletonians of late, as you may recall.

     Last of all, don’t forget to check out this if you’re looking for something to do this coming Saturday.  I’ll be there yuckin’ it up with everybody else so stop on by and enjoy the fun!

OPG 2012 is gonna getcha!!


     Here’s some fresh off the press crumple for ya!  This is basically the spirit of what my Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza is going to be about this year:  Last minute and wingin’ that mother!  I’ll be doing the obligatory daily postings and I’ll try to throw in some other stuff to make it interesting.  Also, BANNERS BANNERS BANNERS will be made this weekend and will be available by October 1st to kick off the festivities.

     So hop on board and enjoy the ride in October.  I’ll try to be as nutty and impulsive as I can.  OPG 2012:  I’m wingin’ that mother!!

Clint, Fuzzy Skeletonians and OPG 2012


     Okay, so I got this idea recently to create Unflattering Fuzzy Skeletonian Portraits for anyone who wants one.  I dove right into it and soon found that I needed to brush up on my portrait skills so I found an image of Clint Eastwood to work from (since the old crazy bastard practically IS a Fuzzy Skeletonian).  I sat down and tried my best to capture his features.  The man has a great angry face and an awesome skull so it was a pleasure to work with.  What you see above is what I feel to be the best of several attempts.

     I have to say this is not going to be as easy as I imagined but you have to start somewhere.  Making someone skeletal and still recognizable is going to be a challenge.  I don’t want to just draw a freakin’ zombie with some flesh stripped away.  Oi, that’s been done TO DEATH.  I want something like bones that look like flesh, flesh that looks like bones…  Gonna have to experiment and mull this over a bit.  I’ll keep you posted as I hopefully make progress on this project.

     Oh yeah, I do plan to have my usual OPG shenanigans and goings on in October but I don’t really have any clear plan of what I’m going to do besides daily postings.  Right now I just plan on wingin’ that mother just like the very first October on my blog.

     Speaking of blog events, don’t forget to head on over to She Blogged by Night and wish her a Happy Blogaversary!  This is also the final stretch of the Camp & Cult Blogathon, which ends this coming Friday.  Check it out if you haven’t already!

defenses of the past (update/edit)

(If you’ve already read the first version of this post and found it to be a bit unclear and/or unfocused I apologize.  I was rushing through it right before bed and I was both tired and unorganized in my thoughts.  Anyway, here’s the update/edit.  I feel it much more effectively puts forth the point I was originally hoping to make)


     I got myself busy with my markers over the weekend.  One night I completed a few drawings, ate dinner and watched some TV.  Later, when I came back to my room I saw the last finished drawing still on my inclined table in the very dim light before I got a chance to turn the lamp back on.  It creeped me out…  No, it flat out scared me and I stopped drawing for the day.  I find the older I get the more easily I forget recent events and the more I remember my past.  When the vivid horrors of the present become too much for me I retreat to the comfort of the past.  Senior citizens who can’t remember what they did yesterday but can easily remember their first day of grade school in vivid detail aren’t necessarily senile.  I think their minds are simply doing what’s necessary in order to survive the harshness of the present.

     The above drawing is not the one that scared me over the weekend.  My fear forced a retreat into my past and I chose to post an old pencil drawing from 10 years ago.  My defenses went up and I no longer had the desire to face my art in its present state.  My wife once made the observation that it’s remarkable sometimes to watch as my defenses go up when I feel threatened, insecure or scared.  Perhaps that’s why I chose this particular drawing.  What you see above could easily be a depiction of that exact phenomenon.  Layered defenses of the past shooting up to protect the frightened little me hiding behind them.

     And now for some WaCkY Creation Trivia!  This was completed immediately prior to defending angel.  In the upper-left corner you can see one of the scribble bats bleeding through from the page behind.  Here’s a detail with enhanced color to make it easier to see:


     Seems fitting that these two drawings are right next to each other.  Very similar themes of protection and defense.  May your own defenses serve to protect you well from the harshness of the day.  Thanks for taking a look.

rubber necky and my vision


     Well this is what I do.  This is what I want to be known for.  This is my very latest fuzzy skeletonian.  He’s not the most ground-breaking creation I’ve ever completed but he’s very true to my vision of what a fuzzy skeletonian should look like.  That’s all I really wanted to say about this guy.

     On the subject of my site, you’ll notice I’ve changed my adult content warning page around a bit.  It seems the old configuration was interfering with my RSS feeds.  If you’ve been having trouble getting my feeds to work in your reader try it again.  It should work now.  Thanks for stopping by.