bloody fuzzy and the OPG


     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.

weird energy


     You must be all like, “What the hell, man!?  Changing to this brand new FUCKING AWESOME header AND changing the blog title without an explanation!!??!!”  Well I gotta tell ya, it’s all about this weird energy that’s been driving me lately.

     I mean, did you know there can be a PURPOSE to life?  A reason for trying?  I thought I had it all figured out a few years ago.  Thought life was meaningless, pointless, a random existence bereft of coherence and understanding.  Then I got back into my art.  In the years since then I’ve had fun with my art, gotten inspired by other artists, old and new and come to realize that my art is truly a part of me that I cannot deny.

     This new clarity of purpose and the accompanying motivation has resulted in a positive, negative, swirling, weird energy that’s got me producing art almost everyday (I’m even posting to Twitter and shit).  I’m also out of my mind with fear.  Having dreams and goals for the future is not what I’m used to.  I’ve spent almost all of my adult life in an angry, protective, nihilistic, defeatism and having hope for the future is a very strange and scary thing for me now.  However, amidst the fear and weirdness, things are starting to become clear here and there, like my new header.

     The new header (and blog title) is really more of a head-ING for me to travel towards.  I’ve decided that the concept of the Fuzzy Skeletonian needs to be pursued in earnest, explored fully, with an eye towards bringing it to an eventual mature completion before I die.  I decided Torso Man (a.k.a Fuzzy Skeletonian #1) should lead the way with his fuzzy fuzzy torso of power!  I’ve also been cranking out more and more Fuzzy Skeletonian crumple drawings like the one you see above.  I’ve got a stack nearly a foot tall that grows everyday!

     I hope the future brings good things to my art.  I hope my art brings good things to the future.  And I hope I keep my head and don’t fall to my fears.  Finally, in closing, welcome to The Fuzzy Skeletonian.  I am your host, Vincent.

thick wet lines


     It’s hard to describe how I feel.  I just finished the thick, wet lines of this piece.  Something about this painting has put me in an intense, mostly unidentifiable mood.  This is a skull so I’m guessing fear is in there.  Probably some of the standard fear of the future associated with skulls and skeletons but that’s definitely not all.  There’s something angry and brooding about this as well.  Something that drains me and outrages me at the thought of it stealing my energy.  Still, I’m fascinated by it.  I can’t stop thinking about it.  How it makes me feel.  I find myself frowning, like my whole skull and brain area is tensing up.  My head feels warm.  No, my brain feels warm.  I feel like I need to cry but I’m not sure why.  I feel violent.  I’m sick and tired of work.  I’m bored at work.  I only have one or two days a week during a normal week when I have the time and feel rested enough to pursue my artwork.  Not sure where I’m going with this.

     Last night the wife and I enjoyed a bunch of sushi and wine.  Afterwards we had desert, mixed drinks and enjoyed a very good vampire movie.  Today we went out to eat, got caught in a downpour, drove to get ice cream and soda in said downpour and came home.  After a brief scare of our air conditioner temporarily not working due to the storm, I made myself a jumbo margarita and completed another fuzzy skeletonian for October.  When we got hungry again, we nommed the hell out of a pre-made rotisserie chicken.  After dinner and coffee I came back here to my room and completed this painting.  Now I’m sitting here, listening to the Blade Runner soundtrack trying to sort out my feelings.  Maybe I’m wrestling with some sort of moody, artistic conundrum or maybe I’m just a tad hung over and disappointed that the weekend is winding to a close.  I think the painting is dry now.  Better get it scanned and start getting ready for bed.  Have a good week.

tribal mask


     Here’s some pencil work from when I was about 31 from the looks of the date.  The main thing I remember about this was that I drew it to see if I still “had it” so to speak.  I hadn’t drawn anything for a long time prior to this.  Failing at a BFA in college can do that to you.  My technique is a little soft in this composition.  I’m right-handed and you can see the whole damn image leaning to the right.  Pretty amateur stuff.  As far as the content goes, I do see remnants of my college experience in there;  the African tribal mask thing, Picasso-esque nose and mouth…

     (I’m listening to the Blade Runner soundtrack while I’m typing this.  Good gravy did Vangelis have a supreme gift for creating atmosphere!  It’s like all of the world is this dark, pathetic, ugly place full of disappointment and soul-crushing ennui yet it’s so comfortable and strangely, overwhelmingly beautiful.)

     Getting back to the subject at hand, I think this did sort of mark a new beginning of sorts for me artistically.  In the years after this I found myself drawing more, buying sketchbooks, experimenting with black ink and black markers and even starting to scan and digitally fiddle with some of my drawings.  A modest rebirth, no doubt, but a personally significant one I think.