
Thought I’d post some quick pencil to break up all the red eye of late. Enjoy!
I’ve also whipped up some wacky banners for all you crazy kids so you can annoy your friends with your suspicious taste in art. Behold!
Finally, you’re ALL encouraged to participate. Just blog about Halloween, Horror, October in general or just express yourself with your own personal creation and send me the link so I can wrangle up all the entries to share with everyone else. Why participate, you may ask? Participation makes you cool and attractive to your preferred sex and also makes you eligible for possible giveaways during the month but most of all participation makes you eligible to put me to work for you.
This may not be for everyone but qualified OPG participants (and by “qualified” I mean the first three participants who are interested) can put me to work on a commission just for them. The only restriction is that the commissioned artwork will have a size limit of 8.5″ x 11″ for ease of mailing. Other than that, you’re calling the shots. Just give me an idea of what you want and I’ll do my best to create it. When finished I’ll mail it off to you and ask that you donate whatever amount your conscience dictates (although I would appreciate at least the cost of postage). Why am I making such a generous offer? Well, selfishness really. I enjoyed my last commission and I’d like to try it again so help me out and put me to work for you this October!
Okay okay okay, I’ve babbled on enough. We’ve got 30 more days to cover! You ready? Let’s go!!
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!
(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)
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:
Just one more repost after this and I’ll be all caught up. Wooo!
Here’s a moldy oldie from the Summer of ’89. I find this one interesting because seems to show the content that I fully embrace today just barely starting to emerge in my early drawings and doodles. It’s just under the surface and it’s poking its head up to say ‘Hi’, trying to disturb the serene scene above.
Heh. Maybe this guy’ll show up on the 4th, bringing his flamey flames with him and I can drunkenly order him to light all my fireworks for me. Have a good holiday, folks!
As for content, methinks this has something to do with an artwork I often stared at as a kid in California. It was in this book called The Mind my parents had in the living room. The artwork in question was a painting done by a schizophrenic depicting their skull split open lying in a grassy field and you could see different compartments inside. Each compartment showed scenes, memories, abuse, insecurities and the like from their life experiences. I remember being obsessed with that book and that painting in particular. As for my drawing, the head seems hollow with all the interesting stuff on the outside. Perhaps the inside was gutted by fire, as there are some small flames still burning.
Oh yeah, speaking of the Summer of ’89. I’ve already been posting shit from this period and just didn’t bother noting it. Check out the tag if you’re curious.
Three day weekend comin’ up for me! : D
Seriously though, folks. If any of you start to come down with the radiationitis let me know and I’ll start my Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza early. Likewise, if I’m the first to come down with it, I’ll do my best to launch the event myself and crank out as much art as I can before my arms fall off.
Have a good new year. I plan to get drunk and burn shit.
That was 23 fucking years ago. My wife and I started having the hot, naked, sexors 21 years ago and if fate had taken a different turn we could have a child right now who’d be just about ready to graduate college. And then we’d have to kill them. Considering how college turned out less than successful for us without kids, it would have been an even bigger quagmire of despair, failure and disappointment if we had been raising a child.
Anyway, that’s enough about that. Thanks for your time, folks. I appreciate it.
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.