I am pleased to announce that I am working with a newly formed band from Calgary, Canada called Perception of Pain. Head on over and check them out! They are interested in artwork for their merch sales that depicts pain and suffering. Not exactly sure why they chose my style of art…
…but I guess life can surprise and mystify you at times : )
I’ll keep you crazy kids posted as things progress here at The Fuzzy Skeletonian!
Pretty neat, huh? I’m very impressed with this oven-bake clay. Super easy to work with. It goes from soft modeling clay to a semi-flexible wood-like state after baking. You can even add soft clay to the baked clay and bake it again and it all fuses together with no shrinkage that I’ve been able to detect. In short, great great stuff.
I’ve got all the major parts done, save the hands and feet. The next step is figuring out the fuzzy connective tissue. I have a few ideas but they’re going to take time and experimentation to perfect. Stay tuned, campers!
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!
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 started out as a half-finished pencil drawing and I decided to spice it up a bit with a few digital tweaks. The texture and tones of the paper that surfaced during the tweaking process are almost more interesting than the drawing itself. I sometimes wish I was a cyborg so I could see things the way a computer does. Seems like it would be a much more interesting world in a lot of ways.
Well here it is, a nice close-up of my supa-dupa, fuzzy-free-kay, boney background. Thought you guys might like to see the original drawing. I also reintroduced the background with an orange reboot for the season. Enjoy!
Yo, check it. I fooled around and digitally added a rock texture to one of my crumple drawings. I think it really enhances the natural texture of the crumpled paper. I might just have to make a print of this on account of how awesome I am.
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?
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!
After a full day of murder by dismemberment even the strongest of Fuzzy Skeletonians needs a few minutes to lounge and relax and reflect fondly on the bloody gurgling screams of his victims. After all, if you don’t take time to ponder and explore what you do then how can you hope to improve?
Figured it was about time to post another one of my fuzzy minions. His head still seems to be in the process of attaching itself, as the cloud of fuzzy connective tissue begins to coalesce. I have the impulse to grab this guy by his soft-looking esophagus-spine and just shake the shit out of him, never giving his head the chance to fully connect. Would be interesting to see what happens. What might be the fate of someone who interrupts the creation of a Fuzzy Skeletonian?
Here’s some recent sketchbook work. This has a decidedly old school, Sharpie craze feel to it. Not strictly Sharpie craze but pretty damned close. When I started on it I had dickhead on the brain and tried to model the torso in a similar fashion, attempting to recreate the look of the muscle fiber type stuff in the abdomen. Not sure what the bloody, volcano-backed, chicken neck thing intruding into the scene is supposed to be but that strange appendage sure adds some spunky character to this mad view!
Here’s another shadow of the previously mentioned cave skellie idea. This image also spawned a further development in the story:
He’s spotted me and now his confusion seems lessened by having someone to focus on. His erection wanes a little and now starts to drip blood as he advances directly towards me. I continue to retreat, weaving in and out of the stalactites, stalagmites and columns, attempting to outmaneuver him. His arms are outstretched wide as he continues pursuit, there’s no way around. Behind him I can see daylight diminishing as he forces me deeper and deeper into the cave.
I’m even more curious now to see where this will all lead. I’ll keep you posted as best I can.
Here’s something I’ve been meaning to show you all for a while and one of the reasons I am so into painting right now. Just look at that dark, murky blackness! The first time I laid down some thick wet lines like this it really got to me but now it’s something that I’ve grown to love. There’s just something so mesmerizing about the light reflecting off the wet paint and the fact that all it would take would be just one false move, one sneeze, one over-excited cat jumping up on my table and all of this beautiful liquid fragility would be completely ruined. Of course, all of this gets lost once it dries and that’s why I finally decided to take a quick snap shot for the sharing and stuff…
No, I’m not just stalling because I’m afraid of starting on the head and potentially fucking this whole thing up, so don’t even go there! I’m sharing with you the beauty of creation and you should be grateful for this glimpse into my process… You know what? I don’t CARE what you think! I”M SHARING DAMMIT!!1!