Perception of Pain and The Fuzzy Skeletonian

     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!

four faces of artistic imperative


     I’ve been pretty lax on the blogging front lately.  For those of you who may have missed me, I apologize.  I’ve been processing a lot.  Coming to terms with myself and who I really am, who I’ve always been really.  The problem is, I fight everything.  I’m a very high-maintenance person and I am very resistant to incorporating new things into my life because there’s already too much stuff swirling around in my head at any given moment.  Most of the time I just long for a reset back to simplicity.  The big ol’ eraser across the messy, messy chalkboard that is my brain.  But that ain’t gonna happen.  I’m an awkward patchwork resulting from an imperfect, dirty little life and I just need to make due with what I have and accept what I cannot change.  One of those things that I cannot change is the fact that I’m an artist.

     Not just that I have artistic ability and an aesthetic eye but an actual imperative to be an artist.  This is something that I’ve been foolishly fighting against lately and I’ve been losing.  I guess that’s one of the ways you can be sure about something.  It certainly has given me some clarity and confidence in what I need to do with my spare time.  I need to try to be the best artist I can be, to use the time and resources I have available to learn and improve, and to hang on to my dream wherever it may lead.  I may wax and wane in my pursuit but I will never give it up.  I can’t give it up.  This is what I must do.

     Anyway, enough of all of this heartfelt declaration of purpose.  On to the art!  What you see above is the self-portrait I threatened to do using the technique I learned with accidental Stripe.  Since I ended up with four different versions even before I scanned anything I decided to get my Warhol on and block them all together with different color schemes.  I think I captured the sadness, frustration and anger I’ve been going through lately.

     That’s it for now.  I hope to get my butt a little more in gear in coming months and share whatever I can whenever I can.  Thanks for stopping by.

Stripe struggles, Horror With Training Wheels

(The following artworks were created as part of my participation in Horror With Training Wheels over at Guts and Grog Reviews.  See the original appearances here.)

     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!

Mr. Swampy and the end of OPG 2012


     Well here it is, my final post of the month!  I have Mr. Swampy here to greet you with his green, swampy goodness.  I had almost forgotten about this guy until I went through all my art-stuffs at the beginning of the month.  This guy kinda grows on you I think.  He’s got this cryptic ambiguity about him, all mossy and mysterious.

     This pretty much wraps things up for my 2nd Annual Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza.  I know this wasn’t the most exciting OPG I’ve ever done but I at least got new original artworks posted each and everyday for your viewing enjoyment.  ALSO ALSO ALSO, don’t forget:  If you participated you have the right to put me to work for you on a commission of your choosing.  Check out my original statement from the beginning of the month for full details.

     I hope you had a great Octoberween and I wish you the spookiest Halloween ever!  Thanks for stopping by : )

mutant stomach


     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.

cake walk


     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.

drunken strokes (fnarrr)


     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.

fuzzy fire wolf


     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?