The fever of Summer is breaking and so is my resistance to the abuse I suffered at the hands of my half-sister, mother and father. I’m succumbing to it all but fear not, for I am seeking help. I have made an appointment with my doctor and I plan to ask for advice, medication and a referral to a good counselor. It’s the waiting that’s killing me right now. The disease howls and I am coming perilously close to doing irrevocable damage to my marriage. I just hope the help doesn’t come too late and I hope my wife can, in time, forgive me somehow. I really should’ve headed down this current path a good year or more earlier.
The good news is October is so very close now and I burned a bunch of vacation to ensure that I have every single damned weekend off! I need my rest, especially right now. As for OPG 2014, I plan on mostly posting on the weekends with sporadic postings during the week if I have time. I’m not going to push myself. I can get myself into serious trouble by thinking that I’m stronger than I am. Nonetheless, staying at least a little busy with the OPG will be good, I can use the distraction while I bide my time.
That’s it for now. If things come together I’ll post the first of the month, definitely by the weekend of all else fails. See you then oxoxoxo
Here’s my latest greatest painting project. I call it a project because I’m not sure it’s done. I may go back and add some more to this. Maybe some thin-lined fiddly bits of some kind.
Sorry for my absence of late. Been having some personal (as well as blog) hiccups that have been disrupting me and and slowing me down in general. I finally had a bit of an epiphany over the weekend that cleared a few things up for me and I think I’m on the mend. Thanks for sticking with me.
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 : )
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Boy, this month did NOT go as hoped. I had hoped I would at least be well rested and fullo creative energy but the only new artwork I’ve produced so far is one half finished marker drawing which I started a couple of hours ago. It’s a good thing I was so productive LAST October or this year’s OPG would’ve been almost nonexistent.
Speaking of last October, please to enjoy my mutant stomach which shares a sandwich background with escape. Wow, only two more days to go. Meh.
Here’s the final version of this, complete with head added and allowed to dry. You might recall the work in progress from the past. I’d like to say this was part of my cave skellie idea development but I don’t think it is, it just looks similar. Or maybe it is part of it and I just haven’t figured out how it all fits together yet.
This is what I think is some interesting output from the previously mentioned epic night of painting. The disjointed nature of this particular painting I think resulted from one too many brain cells dying from the aforementioned night of drinking. It’s almost as if I painted those very same dying brain cells as they flew apart at the seams. All the parts are present but they’re scattered and broken from my physical inability to keep up with the inspiration I was feeling at the moment, like someone feeling great and trying to dance but stumbling with every movement. You know, I guess I could’ve been drunker because I realized all of this within moments of finishing this piece.
This guy turned out more than a little werewolfy. I’m pretty sure I intended to create another red eye skull but the brush strokes just became more and more numerous until I ended up with the fuzzy guy you see now.
Hey check out what a simple auto-adjust of the colors did to this:
Really enhanced the definition of the brush strokes and shit. You can almost see how this image was built, stroke by stroke.
Dang, this month is drawing to a close much sooner than I’d like, but October always does, doesn’t it?
Here’s some brushwork from my recent portrait practice with Clint. With this attempt I think I achieved something close to my original idea of an Unflattering Fuzzy Skeletonian Portrait. Something in between a true face and a true skull. Definitely need to do more of these to develop the idea to the level I want.
When I finished this it reminded me of the fact that I spent entirely too much time as a grade-schooler listening to and staring at Pink Floyd albums. You’d figure my parents would’ve at least made me wait until I was a teenager before allowing me to consume and memorize things like The Wall. I guess it’s not necessarily a bad thing. I mean, you can’t say that experiences like this run the risk of making you boring.