four faces of artistic imperative


     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.

cyborgs and sword skellies


     This started out as a half-finished pencil drawing and I decided to spice it up a bit with a few digital tweaks.  The texture and tones of the paper that surfaced during the tweaking process are almost more interesting than the drawing itself.  I sometimes wish I was a cyborg so I could see things the way a computer does.  Seems like it would be a much more interesting world in a lot of ways.

first page


     This is the first page of the sketchbook I started over 7 years ago in the midst of the Sharpie craze in full swing.  This is the very same sketchbook that I’m just a few short pages away from finishing here in the near future.  I guess it’s not much of a milestone but it is yet another one of the fascinating bits of trivia I try to give to you, my gentle and attractive readers.

chalkboard nude

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     When I first completed this drawing I recall it making me pretty uncomfortable at the time.  I think it was because it was a little too honest of a self-portrait in some ways.  Obviously, I’m much more comfortable with it now, although I’m still not sure what the whole tornado-like thing is supposed to be.

     As far as the digital effects go, this was another one of my happy accidents.  After a quick auto-adjust of the colors I flipped the negative tweak and, whamo, chalkboard!  Who knew?

fire woman

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     Someone once said that Lynyrd Skynyrd had only two songs:  Freebird and Not Freebird.  Similarly, I think The Cult also had only two songs:  Fire Woman and Sounds Like Fire Woman, am I right?  Anyway, here’s my fiery woman.  I guess she’s more of a monster than a woman but, hey, I’d hit it.

     This started out as another one of my super hairy creature drawings but then I started fiddling around with the colors post scan.  Honestly, I kind of stumbled upon this color scheme but it really caught my eye so I ran with it.  I’m glad I did because it completely transformed the drawing.  The fuzzy suddenly turned into flames.  I couldn’t have planned this better in a million years.  I love happy accidents!

fuzzy skeletonians redux #5


     Here’s my latest.  Still getting Halloween out of my system…  or maybe I’m just missing it.  Yeah, I’m missing it (sigh).  Sheesh, I’m pathetic.

     Anyway, this skellie seems to be dancing.  And smiling.  And having a good time.  What the hell, man!?  I seem to be losing my morbidity or some shit.  I must be fluxing.  Meh.

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.

skull ghosts and dollman


     This one just screamed out to be negative-ized so that’s what I did.  Had to experiment for a minute to get the right shade of color that’s the opposite of the nice electric blue you see here but I think it worked out well enough.  The blue makes my little skully guy look a bit ghost-like.

     Last night I gave my drawing hand a good hot soak while watching Dollman and I think the raw power and undeniable charisma of Tim Thomerson helped my hand heal up a bit.  I hope to resume my Octoberween drawing efforts tomorrow!

plantar fasciitis and hairy monsters


     Meet my crouching monster, with his winning smile, tufts of attractive hair and spiky boots.  Incidentally, this is also one of the ways to cure your plantar fasciitis, except you should be on a flat surface and not on the crushed body parts of those who would defy you.

     Thought I’d fiddle around with this one digitally to at least give it a new look and some color.  Kinda low-key tonight so I’ll stop here.  Thanks for taking a look.

jack-o-patterns


     Are you carving a pumpkin this year?

     ‘Cause I’m carving myself a goddamned, motherfucking pumpkin!  I may carve two.  I don’t care if we we only got one trick-or-treater last year.  I’m cutting open a pumpkin’s head, pulling all its ooey-gooey brains out with my bare hands and carving the shit out of its freshly hollowed-out skull.  Then I’m gonna cram a few candles in it, light them bitches and rock it old school.  Hopefully, the G.I. down the street will get drunk, try to steal my totally boss jack-o-fucking-lanterns, trip and fall while holding them, making a big mess of blood, candle wax and a mix of smashed pumpkin and human skull all over the end of our drive way.  Then I’ll take a picture and post it for everyone’s gory enjoyment!

     Wow, that turned into quite a spew.  Anyhoo, I’m carving a pumpkin (or two).  If you like any of the patterns I’ve drawn above you are free to use them for your carving creation this year.  I’ll be sure to take a picture of my jack-o-lanterns when I’m done with them.  Peace.

nega-demon

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     What’s the month of October without a little crazy, fucked up, shit?  That’s what I always say.  My demon here isn’t coming to kill you.  No, not right away.  That sword ain’t designed for no quick death my fine fine friend.

     I know this looks like a series but it wasn’t really planned that way.  I’m just enjoying the effect that a simple negative tweak can have on a drawing.  Gotta run, tight schedule today.  Enjoy.

bone pile


     I was gonna let this one ripen a little but it’s Octoberween and I’ve got to pull out all the stops if I’m going to get 31 images out to you guys (I’m already one behind as it is which will require a double-header post at some point, possibly this weekend).

     The pile o’ bones here was simply drawn with markers and tweaked slightly with my image editor of choice.  While it’s not as delightfully absurd as an Evil Bong I hope it nonetheless adds a little creepy, weirdness to your day.