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.
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.
Well, I finally got around to posting this. As previously mentioned, this was the drawing that gave me the heebie-jeebies the very same evening that I completed it. I attempted to approximate the lighting and point of view that creeped me out with this photo:
I imagine this photo doesn’t do justice to what I was feeling that night. I’m sure it was more my vulnerable state of mind more than the image itself that caused the fear reaction. Or perhaps they got it right with the character of Mark Lewis in Peeping Tom (1960), “Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? It’s fear.”
And what is fear, exactly? I guess that’s a big part of what makes it so frightening… I don’t know. I feel like I’m just tossing this off so I don’t have to think too much about it. Maybe I’m just protecting myself.
On the subject of creation trivia, this seems to be the second of my long-necked or rubber-necked fuzzy skeletonians of late, as you may recall.
Last of all, don’t forget to check out this if you’re looking for something to do this coming Saturday. I’ll be there yuckin’ it up with everybody else so stop on by and enjoy the fun!
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.
Well, here it is: The now traditional “October Ween” which signals that my annual Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza has officially begun! And after a hasty search through my art-stuffs earlier this evening, I’m pleased to announce that I have more than enough unseen original artworks for each and every day of the month of October for your derisive laughter viewing enjoyment.
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!
If these free banners which I made with my own blood sweat and tears aren’t good enough for you selfish bastards then you can suck my ass click the banner tag to pick from (and modify if needed) any of my past banners from past events and various random occasions.
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!!
As promised, here’s the aforementioned pissed off cock commission. I completed this in the same nose bleed style as all of my giveaway pieces from this past year’s OPG. Same markers, same watercolor, same everything.
I must say it was interesting to do a close-up of just a fuzzy skeletonian cock. It was also interesting to find that mailing this off wasn’t as difficult as I would have imagined in the past. I think it was because I was following someone else’s basic concept and, therefore, didn’t feel a great amount of ownership of the piece once it was finished. All in all, I was very glad to go through the process.
If you’re curious about my new commission policy here’s a brief summary until I get the actual page up:
1. Tell me what you’d like: Size, basic idea, maybe give examples, citing from what’s already on my blog. Based on the size and complexity I’ll give you an estimate on cost.
2. I’ll brainstorm a bit and come up with a prototype idea piece for you to evaluate.
3. Once you give me the go ahead, I’ll take the obligatory artistic liberties and finish the piece. I’ll stick to the size, orientation and basic idea but I will likely take liberties with the a lot of the final details.
4. I’ll send you a scan of the finished piece and you can decide at that point if you still want to pay for it or if you’d like me to try again.
That’s the basic process at the moment. I’ll go into more detail when I get the actual commissions page all fleshed out. Thanks for stopping by.
This was one of the many creations from a few months ago where I indulged the impulse to destroy and otherwise kill my various skeletonians, fuzzy and otherwise. The background was done first and I decided to use the burst of red as a line of force, ripping this guy in two in the process. I do love me my graphic violence.
What about you? How do YOU like your violence served?
(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)
I got myself busy with my markers over the weekend. One night I completed a few drawings, ate dinner and watched some TV. Later, when I came back to my room I saw the last finished drawing still on my inclined table in the very dim light before I got a chance to turn the lamp back on. It creeped me out… No, it flat out scared me and I stopped drawing for the day. I find the older I get the more easily I forget recent events and the more I remember my past. When the vivid horrors of the present become too much for me I retreat to the comfort of the past. Senior citizens who can’t remember what they did yesterday but can easily remember their first day of grade school in vivid detail aren’t necessarily senile. I think their minds are simply doing what’s necessary in order to survive the harshness of the present.
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:
Seems fitting that these two drawings are right next to each other. Very similar themes of protection and defense. May your own defenses serve to protect you well from the harshness of the day. Thanks for taking a look.
This is the flip side of this guy and you might even say it could be the remains of one of his victims. Not sure, really. I just know there’s a lot of violence to be had in my artwork. To be honest, my first thought about this bloody mess was that it was the remains of somebody who’d been eaten by some great beast or monster and this is what it spat out when it was done. You can’t eat the bones but they sure do add flavor, don’t they?
In other news, I’ve received a request for a commission and I’ve decided to go through with it to see how it feels. Wish me luck!
I’ve been concentrating on relaxing lately. Getting back to my old habits of tuning out, wasting time and just resting. Before this blog, before getting back into my art. Just a nihilistic defeatism without hope, without dreams, without pain (or as close as I could get to it). I would often play the game of thinking about being homeless. Wondering what it would be like to not have a job, not have bills to pay, not have any “social responsibilities” or whatever you call them. Just existing as a non-entity, a virtual zombie as it were.
As a teenager, during my first of two senior years in high school I would often skip school to go down to the local creek and lay out on this big flat rock in the middle of the stream and just close my eyes and listen to the water flowing around me. I miss that rock, that sound, that simplicity. The freedom to just let everything fall apart. Nowadays, I still hear water but I’m in a row boat with a slow leak. If I stop rowing, if I stop bailing things get out of hand pretty quickly. I still have the impulse to just chuck it all though.
Perhaps that’s what this abstract monster of blood geysers is all about. Just a little wish fulfillment or a graphic imagining of the violence and destruction that would result in my life if I just gave the fuck up.
I came across this and paused, then I looked a little harder. I’m guessing this chaotic mess reflects my emotional state of late. Anger, frustration, artistic funk, lack of motivation. ‘Course, part of this is due to work starting to crank up the overtime again but I won’t bore you with the details. I would, however, like to apologize for not making my normal blogging rounds lately.
Although I’m identifying more with this in the present I think this was actually completed back in October or thereabouts. This shares a sandwich background with emergence and is the flip side of paleBleak just to give you a bit of creation trivia. Well, it’s getting late and I need to get my butt to bed. Thanks for stopping by, you guys are the best.
The background on this one turned out much more pale and bleak than most of my other Red Eye paintings. Bleakness seems to be in the air lately. It’s almost as if everyone unconsciously believes the world will end this year. I hope it does. Humanity could use a big death and rebirth right about now. A casting away of old habits, a blowing off of steam and a time to relax and get reacquainted with our true selves. Just one big time-out to rest and reflect.
Anyway, musings on humanity aside, the more I look at this painting the more I think it’s a self-portrait. I identify and sympathize with this guy’s general state of emotion. I can’t put my finger on it exactly, but I’m right there with him. I’m his comrade and ally.
This guy really stopped me today when I was trying to figure out what I was going to post next. His eyes ended up being pretty dramatic. That combined with the overall fuzzy/feathery look seemed like a bit of a departure from what I normally end up creating with a black marker. In fact, this almost crossed the line from fuzzy to feathery skeletonian. I think that was mainly due to the fact I was using my india ink brush pens. They have much less friction with the paper than a Sharpie and I end up with softer lines.
In other news, I found myself getting into a shouting match with a co-worker last week. I won’t bore you with the details but I guess I should have seen something like this coming. The source material for my new header image was created before the incident and should’ve served as a warning to me to watch my temper but I figured it was all a part of my artistic expression of late and I thought nothing of it. What a way to start the year : P Oh well, live and learn I guess.
This is actually the flip side of stalactite rain. I’ve often been using both sides of my paper lately to make the most of my materials and maximizing opportunities to practice technique. Anyway, this guy seems to be emerging from some sort of bloody or fiery vortex. The original is noticeably darker and bloodier, it makes me wonder where I’m going with my artwork. Do I want to do it for art’s sake? Do I want to do it for myself only? Do I want to make money at this? It’s quite an issue to wrestle with. Hopefully, I’ll emerge from this murk with some clarity soon.