Shit got a little too real when I started sculpting Fuzzy Skeletonians instead of drawing them so I’m taking a step back to when I was pretty happy with my art, that being crumple drawings. I cranked out a bunch of them earlier in the year (as well as a few more in recent days) and I should have more than enough to turn Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza 2013 into CrUmpLe MaNiA!! Everyday, all October long, I will present at least one new crumple drawing to delight and disturb you all!
Of course, you are all encouraged to participate in OPG 2013 CrUmpLe MaNiA!! in whatever season-appropriate fashion you desire. Make some art and share it with the rest of us, blog about Halloween, horror or October in general or you can simply make a donation to support my work. I’m pretty flexible.
Participation also has it’s rewards. All participants will receive a signed print of any crumple drawing displayed here during the month of October. Anyone generous enough to make a donation will also receive the original crumple drawing of their choice on a first come, first serve basis. Yes, that’s correct, donation is the easiest and most advantageous way for you to participate. So if you have some extra cash laying around gathering dust just toss it my way this October and BAM! you’ll be receiving BOTH a signed print AND an original artwork when it’s all said and done this October.
(example 8.5″ x 11″ print with 5.5″ x 8.5″ crumple drawing)
That’s about it for the OPG 2013 CrUmpLe MaNiA!! ground rules. Stop on by starting tomorrow for all the crumply festivities!
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.
My inspiration for the following pieces was from the very end of Gremlins when Stripe’s skeletal remains pop up out of the fountain. It seems my two favorite moments come from the beginning and end of the film (the second being the hilarious, teary-eyed monologue of the poor girl relating the story of her dumb-ass father’s attempt to come down the chimney dressed as Santa). Anyway, I ended up with three artworks. Enjoy!
My first impulse was to draw Stripe’s skeletal remains in my signature Fuzzy Skeletonian style.
I wasn’t quite satisfied with this so I moved on to painting which produced something much more like “Stripe: Demon From Hell.” This version ended up with much more energy than the previous take.
Still, I felt restless with my efforts and started to get discouraged so I turned to my ever-reliable cynicism and got all Andy Warhol on this bitch. I reduced the screen cap I was working from down to a 4 color gray scale and printed it out on some watercolor paper. After a liberal application of red paint and some dry brush to accentuate the eyes I ended up with a bloody soulless homage to commercialism. Andy would be proud.
Well, that about wraps this up. Thanks to Tromeric for inviting me to participate and giving me a little something to focus my artwork on. Despite my bitching I enjoyed working on these pieces : )
Thanks for stopping by and don’t forget to check out the avalanche of amazing content that Horror With Training Wheels has turned into!
This started with a basic monochrome print from an image of my own face. I then proceeded with the marker and paints and ended up with something I wasn’t satisfied with at all. I then swallowed a bunch of grey paint, gagged myself and threw up all over it. Well, that’s what I felt like doing anyway. Not sure if the final application of grey slurry enhanced this or just underscored my strong dislike of working from a prefabricated image base.