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.
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.