Fuzzy Skeletonians and the circle of life


     Beware mortals!  What you see is the beginning of the first real 3-D Fuzzy Skeletonian to enter our plane of existence!  The scale I’m working on right now is more the bite-your-toes-off-and-laugh-while-you’re-screaming size of Fuzzy Skeletonian but I hope to bring these guys to full rip-your-arm-off-and-beat-you-with-a-bloody-stump scale in the future but that may be a while coming simply due to cost of materials.

     What I’m envisioning at present are highly detailed Fuzzy Skeletonian figurines fit for collecting.  Working in 3-D is also going to allow me to literally start building my Fuzzy Skeletonian Army!  World domination is only a matter of time now, bitches!!

     I must say, it feels good to be working with clay again.  Never thought I’d see the day.  Until I started messing around with this stuff I’d almost forgotten the ceramics classes I took in college.  I guess my dream of being a ceramic sculptor never really died, it just laid dormant for a while.  After all these years the sneaky little bastard gave me quite the pleasant surprise!  Fuckin’ life.  It has a way of circling around and giving you back what you thought you’d lost.

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.