What keeps escaping from my head? This is a feature that’s occurred time and time again in my artwork. Perhaps it is a necessary release of pressure, energy or demons if you will. Gotta let it out or it’ll wreck my insides I guess.
There’s a couple of things I’ve been dragging my feet on and completely forgetting about, respectively. Namely, the following:
First of all, Jesse Campbell over at ZOMBIE BITES has picked up my banner-making slack (this wasn’t even the first time!) and created the nifty banner you see to the left for OPG 2013: CruMpLe MaNiA!! The very act of which is incredibly generous and forgiving of him especially considering the complete lack of support I’ve given him over the better part of a year or more. His artistic efforts over the last couple of years have reached levels I am still struggling to attain and I truly admire his persistence and courage. Take a minute to stop on by and offer your support in comments or donations. He’s really thrown himself into his work and deserves reward for his efforts.
Secondly, holy moly crap!! Can you believe I almost forgot the OCTOBER WEEN for this year’s Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza!!?! Herp derp, Ed! It’s an O-PG not a PG, you dumbass! Anyway, here it is, freshly drawn in full crumple style:
This crumple is also fair game for anyone participating in this year’s OPG if you like your artwork filled with bloody, fuzzy peen. As always, thanks for stopping by.
The swirling anxiety this guy lives in echoes my own predicament of late. Eh, not much else to say. Thanks for taking a look.
My cable modem died last night, severing my connection to ye olde Internets but now I’m back with an EXTREME SUPER-PALOOZA DOUBLE-DAWG CRAZY-CRUMPLE post!! Behold, as I amaze you with not one, but TWO WHOLE IMAGES with mind-shattering commentary to rock your soul and break your heart:
This guy is a bit more unique than most of my crumples. His lack of a forehead, small brain and feathery explosion make him look like some sort of crazy insectiod witch doctor. Perhaps this is all the Fuzzy Skeletonian HMO can afford these days. It’s no wonder there’s such a high rate of anxiety and bleeding in the Fuzzy Skeletonian population.
I originally passed over this guy but now I’ve come back to him because he has this kinda cute monkey hypnosis presence about him. Of course, if you let him hypnotize you he’d probably just end up eating your face off but that’s really just alternative medicine to a Fuzzy Skeletonian.
This concludes the EXTREME SUPER-PALOOZA DOUBLE-DAWG CRAZY-CRUMPLE post! YOU’RE WELCOME WORLD!!1!
Really late to bed. Here you go! Enjoy.
This poor devil is so scared his eyes are trying to hide inside his skull. There there, Mr. Hidey Eyes, you’ll die some day and won’t be able to feel fear anymore.
This was one of the first of my crumples where I started to get a bit more serious about my work, paying more attention to the background and fussing with the details a bit more. Not that this is an elaborate work by any stretch but it certainly is more accomplished than my first hastily scribbled crumples.
This guy has a sort of energy wave sweeping across behind him. This is a feature I’ve created in the past. Although I don’t think the wave’s symbolism is as clear as it used to be. The man who drew the above image is certainly much different than he was when the this feature first appeared on paper.
Not sure what to say about this guy. He seems to have a black, scribbly, brain thruster that’s propelling him upwards or maybe that’s just his brain leaking out and he’s soon to have an unending appetite for stacks and stacks of yummy pamcakes.
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.
I like this guy’s energy. He’s all excited and he’s gonna getcha!!
Not much to say about this guy, with his dead eyes and cheeky profile. Kinda low key tonight which is good. I need to get to bed early. Been falling behind on my sleep lately. Toodles.
They say if you dream that you’re bleeding from your mouth it means you’re doing something that’s bad for you but you keep doing it anyway. While I’ve never dreamt this specifically it is a very frequent feature in my artwork which is largely unplanned and subject to my unconscious impulses and desires. I’ve also been actively abusing myself lately in the form of a stupid, competitive, online game which only makes me even more anxious than I already am. But I keep playing it even though I realize the detrimental way in which it affects me. Must be a symptom of a deeper disturbance.
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.
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.
A generous and wise man once said, “Focus on the parts that make you feel good.” And that’s what I’m doing. I’ve been cranking out crumple drawing after crumple drawing and just trying to enjoy myself! Draw-draw-draw, crumple-crumple-crumple, uncrumple-uncrumple-uncrumple, YAY!! Feels good to get silly with my markers again and not take things too seriously : D
It’s weird though. At the same time I also have the very strong impulse to be a professional artist. To make some extra cash off my art. A regular income from my artwork would be just the sweetest thing. Help me out with this dream. If you enjoy my artwork and you have an extra buck or two consider making a donation or even put me to work on a commission just for you! The way I’m feeling right now it would really make my day : )
I’ve been pretty lax on the blogging front lately. For those of you who may have missed me, I apologize. I’ve been processing a lot. Coming to terms with myself and who I really am, who I’ve always been really. The problem is, I fight everything. I’m a very high-maintenance person and I am very resistant to incorporating new things into my life because there’s already too much stuff swirling around in my head at any given moment. Most of the time I just long for a reset back to simplicity. The big ol’ eraser across the messy, messy chalkboard that is my brain. But that ain’t gonna happen. I’m an awkward patchwork resulting from an imperfect, dirty little life and I just need to make due with what I have and accept what I cannot change. One of those things that I cannot change is the fact that I’m an artist.
Not just that I have artistic ability and an aesthetic eye but an actual imperative to be an artist. This is something that I’ve been foolishly fighting against lately and I’ve been losing. I guess that’s one of the ways you can be sure about something. It certainly has given me some clarity and confidence in what I need to do with my spare time. I need to try to be the best artist I can be, to use the time and resources I have available to learn and improve, and to hang on to my dream wherever it may lead. I may wax and wane in my pursuit but I will never give it up. I can’t give it up. This is what I must do.
Anyway, enough of all of this heartfelt declaration of purpose. On to the art! What you see above is the self-portrait I threatened to do using the technique I learned with accidental Stripe. Since I ended up with four different versions even before I scanned anything I decided to get my Warhol on and block them all together with different color schemes. I think I captured the sadness, frustration and anger I’ve been going through lately.
That’s it for now. I hope to get my butt a little more in gear in coming months and share whatever I can whenever I can. Thanks for stopping by.
Here’s a little accident I discovered in the aftermath of Stripe struggles. I may use this method deliberately in some self-portraits in the future.