heat lion

     Here’s my heat lion again.  Seems fitting that I’m doing the repost in the midst of the worst heat we’ve had so far this summer.  Ice packs and Gatorade, ice packs and Gatorade.

     Oh yeah, the little contest I originally had for this still applies:  Be the first to comment and correctly point out the semi-hidden penis in this drawing and you’ll received an 8.5″ x 11″ photo-quality signed print of your choice of any artwork displayed on my blog.  No one took advantage of this the first time around so the contest is still wide open to anyone!

disruption of creation


     Figured it was about time to post another one of my fuzzy minions.  His head still seems to be in the process of attaching itself, as the cloud of fuzzy connective tissue begins to coalesce.  I have the impulse to grab this guy by his soft-looking esophagus-spine and just shake the shit out of him, never giving his head the chance to fully connect.  Would be interesting to see what happens.  What might be the fate of someone who interrupts the creation of a Fuzzy Skeletonian?

old school neck leak


     Here’s some recent sketchbook work.  This has a decidedly old school, Sharpie craze feel to it.  Not strictly Sharpie craze but pretty damned close.  When I started on it I had dickhead on the brain and tried to model the torso in a similar fashion, attempting to recreate the look of the muscle fiber type stuff in the abdomen.  Not sure what the bloody, volcano-backed, chicken neck thing intruding into the scene is supposed to be but that strange appendage sure adds some spunky character to this mad view!

crawling skitter nom


     Here’s my latest dry erase effort.  He seems to be crawling across the floor like a cheap special effect.  He’s all like, “skitter skitter skitter nom nom nom” until the the batteries in the remote control car underneath him run out of juice.

     Meh, kinda in a low key mood tonight.  Looking forward to having the next two weekends off.  A little rest and normality is a good thing.  Take it easy peeps, you guys rule.

feathery anger

     This guy really stopped me today when I was trying to figure out what I was going to post next.  His eyes ended up being pretty dramatic.  That combined with the overall fuzzy/feathery look seemed like a bit of a departure from what I normally end up creating with a black marker.  In fact, this almost crossed the line from fuzzy to feathery skeletonian.  I think that was mainly due to the fact I was using my india ink brush pens.  They have much less friction with the paper than a Sharpie and I end up with softer lines.

     In other news, I found myself getting into a shouting match with a co-worker last week.  I won’t bore you with the details but I guess I should have seen something like this coming.  The source material for my new header image was created before the incident and should’ve served as a warning to me to watch my temper but I figured it was all a part of my artistic expression of late and I thought nothing of it.  What a way to start the year : P  Oh well, live and learn I guess.

robust face

     Here’s some pencil from my 30’s.  This is from the same sketchbook as tribal mask and defending angel.  As you may recall, tribal mask marked an artistic rebirth for me of sorts and I think that momentum continued to grow with what you see above.  The thick neck, robust features and fierce eyes I think shows my confidence increasing as I worked my way back from complete artistic inactivity.

precious energy



     Well, work is slammin’ me again.  I’m in the middle of a 13 day week and it SUUUUUUUCKS!  You know, I don’t ask for too much from life.  I mean, seriously, is having my weekends free without having to burn valuable vacation days that hard to achieve!?

     Anyway, I apologize if I’ve been aloof, flat, absent or otherwise not my usual self lately.  Hopefully, I’ll be back to my usual shenanigans as the holiday breaks restore my precious precious energy.

march nightmare

     Well, I tried to save the best for last.  This post at least has the highest number of artworks I’ve ever included in one post before.  Anyway, here goes:

     Back in March the wife and I had a very good Saturday.  We slept late, went out to eat, futzed around town, running a couple of errands, generally having a good time.  It all culminated that evening with us having a blast at dinner (appetizer dinner, one of our favorites!), consuming more than the usual amount of wine and watching one of our favorite movies, Evil Dead II.  We enjoyed it almost as much as the first time we saw it.  However, I often found myself (as I realized later) taking it a little too seriously at times, saying things like, “You know, someone actually going through something this extremely supernatural and horrific might APPEAR to be acting in an absurd or comical way.  From my experience, the OUTWARD appearance of your actions is often out of step with what you’re actually feeling INSIDE.”  In my mind I thought I was just having fun with my conjecture and my ‘What if this was REALLY HAPPENING!?’ thought exercise.  What I didn’t know at the time is that I was planting the seeds of fear in my own impressionable, wine-marinated brain.  Not surprisingly, that night I had a nightmare.

     It opens in some strange house I’ve never been in before (as a lot of my unpleasant dreams do).  There’s a zombie somewhere and it’s all the fault of this douchebag son of some rich guy (apparently this is their house).  Not sure why I know all of this, it’s just the given facts of the dream.

      Anyway, next thing I know I’ve opened a closet door somewhere in the house and find myself standing face to face with the aforementioned zombie.  He’s not all, “Bleearrgh! Graaaarr! Brains!” or extremely gross looking or anything.  He’s a middle-aged, balding man in a suit.  He has a blank stare and is filthy (as zombies are wont to be) but the expressionless face looking back at me from the shadows of the freshly opened closet is particularly unsettling.

       Jump cut to a side view of the the closet.  From the top shelf of the closet, the zombie suddenly shoots out head first, arms at his sides, entire body parallel to the floor and stops at the waist.  The room is lit with a sickly, bright (yet also dark) orange and the top half of the zombie is sticking out of the closet, stiff as a board like the top drawer of a dresser.  Suddenly, his arms shoot out, doubling his visible length.

     Next thing I see (not that I actually recall seeing it, it’s more like my mind TOLD ME I was seeing it) is the zombie and the douchebag son wrestling on the floor in front of the closet.  The room is still lit in that sickly orange as they struggle, the zombie now in full, aggressive “Romero” mode.

     The scene changes again and I’m pretty sure I have the son safely behind me and the zombie is prone on the floor in front of me.  I’m jabbing at him with a transfer shovel trying to decapitate him.  We now seem to be in the living room.  Beyond the zombie I can see furniture, potted plants, windows and glass doors that lead outside to a back yard or patio.  It’s night time and the room is now a dark, moonlit environment and I can see streaks of blood running down the zombie’s face.  I jab again with the shovel, a little off target, and hit him in the face.  I don’t see it but I clearly feel a splash of warm liquid hit my left cheek and eye.

     Everything becomes a little unclear at this point, although in the next moment I somehow know that I’ve killed the zombie.  Then I look up at the ceiling and I see the shadow of a thin, unclothed, headless figure.  It’s arms are flailing wildly and shooting from it’s neck are what seems to be both short lengths of hair and what looks like small moths but they have no bodies, just a pair of fluttering wings, much like heart-shaped pieces of paper folded down the middle…

 …I’m terrified and I realize the ghost of the zombie is casting this shadow!  I panic and swing the shovel wildly at where I think the ghost is.  The force of the swing in my arm and shoulder as I hit nothing is the last thing I feel.


     I woke up, hungover and so dry my eyelids were almost making scratching noises every time I blinked.  I was still pretty creeped out and, even though I keep a pretty much nocturnal schedule and there was plenty of daylight in the house, I was still seriously keeping a wary eye on the hallway for any shambling zombies that might be coming my way.  After some liquids, pain killers and a light snack I was finally able to get back to sleep.

Lastly, here’s another incarnation of the nightmare zombie:

     Well, I hope you enjoyed this.  I have to say this was the most vivid nightmare I’ve had in years.  My only regret is that I wish I could’ve done more artistic justice to it.  That’s not to say I didn’t produce a few decent images but I never really felt I completely captured the true vividness of the experience.  Oh well, I guess room for improvement is a good thing.

     Whew!  Has this been a crazy month or what?  I’m glad I took all the time off from work.  Three-day weekends all month has been SA-WEEET!  It’s gotten me rested up and ye olde creative juices flowing as well!  I look forward to the holidays and you should too, as I have a stockpile of new artworks just itching to be posted : D  Thanks for stopping by, you crazy kids are the best!

magma injection

     Some marker from earlier this year.  I like this guy ’cause he looks like he’s being injected with some sort of magma or liquid fire.  That’s all I’ve got I guess.  My interests are really trending more towards painting lately.  In fact, that’s what I’m itching to do right now.

     Oh yeah, I know this blog isn’t a big draw for bad movie lovers but if you happen to need something fun to do tonight, check this out!  I’ll be there, yucking it up with the rest of the crew.

blood puke

Here I go with the puking again.  Not sure what it represents, aside from the fact that society and human behavior DOES make me pretty damned nauseous most of the time.  Or maybe this is what happens after you’ve nommed on this guy’s juicy little brain for a while.

I did have a little technical trouble getting the two halves of this to go together properly.  That obvious line about mid-eyeball is pretty noticeable but I think works as sort of a line of sight thing.  Like, “Oh Jesus Christ!  That guy just fell off the building and splattered on the pavement!  I think I’m gonna….  HUUUAAARRRRGGG!!!”

psycho squirrel


     Drawn shortly after heat tumor, I got half way through this and just stopped.  At the time it just looked stupid, like some dumbass squirrel or chipmunk or something.  Today, I was leafing through my sketchbook and I suddenly saw the humor in it.  So here he is:  Psycho Squirrel, off his meds, with a can of gas in one hand and a book of matches in the other.  You better hope your home owners insurance is paid up.

smudges and greed

     Here’s more of my dry erase fuckery.  This was drawn before wavy brain, before I cleaned the board.  You can see the all the smidgy smudges of my fingers.  I also accidentally bumped the board with my cock thumb and smudged the hair a bit when I was positioning this to be photographed.  And I didn’t even bother fixing the smudge.

     Yeah, that about sums up my attitude of late.  I’m just like, “Fuck it, whatever…  I’m tired.”  The heat, the overtime.  I feel like introducing myself to people:  “Hello, I’m Jack and I’m a dull boy.”  At the same time, I also feel like I’m just being precious.  Just upset that I don’t have more free time.   I feel greedy.  I mean, I have time to do my crazy little artworks and blog about them on a regular basis so why am I upset that I don’t have EVEN MORE TIME?  Greed.  Self-indulgent greed.