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Showing posts with label Mixed-Media. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mixed-Media. Show all posts
Thursday, May 24, 2012
A new home
As for this blog, I plan to leave it up as a static archive for as long as Blogger will have me. Anyway, head on over to the new site and leave me a house-warming comment or two!
Monday, February 6, 2012
puke face
This started with a basic monochrome print from an image of my own face. I then proceeded with the marker and paints and ended up with something I wasn't satisfied with at all. I then swallowed a bunch of grey paint, gagged myself and threw up all over it. Well, that's what I felt like doing anyway. Not sure if the final application of grey slurry enhanced this or just underscored my strong dislike of working from a prefabricated image base.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Fuzzy Giveaway 2011!
The EVEN BETTER news is that you will have a little say in which of my fuzzy fellas you receive! I know I originally stated that it would be a random giveaway but since there are a whole ten skellies up for adoption and only three of you signed up, I've decided give you all a chance to state your preference.
So, what I need from each of you is to take one more look at all ten and then email me with the names of three (3) you wouldn't mind receiving. Please don't tell me your favorite or list them in order of preference (I don't need that kind of pressure, man!), just the three names in no particular order. Also, don't forget to include your current mailing address. If you don't happen to have a preference or would rather be surprised, please state that in your email.
In the end, everyone will still receive only ONE original artwork but at least this way you will have some say in the matter. So, let me know as soon as you have a moment. I will, of course, wait for all three emails before I mail anything off.
Thanks again for all your comments and taking the time to actually participate in my OPG!
Monday, October 31, 2011
march nightmare
Well, I tried to save the best for last. This post at least has the highest number of artworks I've ever included in one post before. Anyway, here goes:
Back in March the wife and I had a very good Saturday. We slept late, went out to eat, futzed around town, running a couple of errands, generally having a good time. It all culminated that evening with us having a blast at dinner (appetizer dinner, one of our favorites!), consuming more than the usual amount of wine and watching one of our favorite movies, Evil Dead II. We enjoyed it almost as much as the first time we saw it. However, I often found myself (as I realized later) taking it a little too seriously at times, saying things like, "You know, someone actually going through something this extremely supernatural and horrific might APPEAR to be acting in an absurd or comical way. From my experience, the OUTWARD appearance of your actions is often out of step with what you're actually feeling INSIDE." In my mind I thought I was just having fun with my conjecture and my 'What if this was REALLY HAPPENING!?' thought exercise. What I didn't know at the time is that I was planting the seeds of fear in my own impressionable, wine-marinated brain. Not surprisingly, that night I had a nightmare.
It opens in some strange house I've never been in before (as a lot of my unpleasant dreams do). There's a zombie somewhere and it's all the fault of this douchebag son of some rich guy (apparently this is their house). Not sure why I know all of this, it's just the given facts of the dream.
Anyway, next thing I know I've opened a closet door somewhere in the house and find myself standing face to face with the aforementioned zombie. He's not all, "Bleearrgh! Graaaarr! Brains!" or extremely gross looking or anything. He's a middle-aged, balding man in a suit. He has a blank stare and is filthy (as zombies are wont to be) but the expressionless face looking back at me from the shadows of the freshly opened closet is particularly unsettling.
Jump cut to a side view of the the closet. From the top shelf of the closet, the zombie suddenly shoots out head first, arms at his sides, entire body parallel to the floor and stops at the waist. The room is lit with a sickly, bright (yet also dark) orange and the top half of the zombie is sticking out of the closet, stiff as a board like the top drawer of a dresser. Suddenly, his arms shoot out, doubling his visible length.
Next thing I see (not that I actually recall seeing it, it's more like my mind TOLD ME I was seeing it) is the zombie and the douchebag son wrestling on the floor in front of the closet. The room is still lit in that sickly orange as they struggle, the zombie now in full, aggressive "Romero" mode.
The scene changes again and I'm pretty sure I have the son safely behind me and the zombie is prone on the floor in front of me. I'm jabbing at him with a transfer shovel trying to decapitate him. We now seem to be in the living room. Beyond the zombie I can see furniture, potted plants, windows and glass doors that lead outside to a back yard or patio. It's night time and the room is now a dark, moonlit environment and I can see streaks of blood running down the zombie's face. I jab again with the shovel, a little off target, and hit him in the face. I don't see it but I clearly feel a splash of warm liquid hit my left cheek and eye.
Everything becomes a little unclear at this point, although in the next moment I somehow know that I've killed the zombie. Then I look up at the ceiling and I see the shadow of a thin, unclothed, headless figure. It's arms are flailing wildly and shooting from it's neck are what seems to be both short lengths of hair and what looks like small moths but they have no bodies, just a pair of fluttering wings, much like heart-shaped pieces of paper folded down the middle...
...I'm terrified and I realize the ghost of the zombie is casting this shadow! I panic and swing the shovel wildly at where I think the ghost is. The force of the swing in my arm and shoulder as I hit nothing is the last thing I feel.
***
I woke up, hungover and so dry my eyelids were almost making scratching noises every time I blinked. I was still pretty creeped out and, even though I keep a pretty much nocturnal schedule and there was plenty of daylight in the house, I was still seriously keeping a wary eye on the hallway for any shambling zombies that might be coming my way. After some liquids, pain killers and a light snack I was finally able to get back to sleep.
Lastly, here's another incarnation of the nightmare zombie:
Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I have to say this was the most vivid nightmare I've had in years. My only regret is that I wish I could've done more artistic justice to it. That's not to say I didn't produce a few decent images but I never really felt I completely captured the true vividness of the experience. Oh well, I guess room for improvement is a good thing.
Whew! Has this been a crazy month or what? I'm glad I took all the time off from work. Three-day weekends all month has been SA-WEEET! It's gotten me rested up and ye olde creative juices flowing as well! I look forward to the holidays and you should too, as I have a stockpile of new artworks just itching to be posted : D Thanks for stopping by, you crazy kids are the best!
Back in March the wife and I had a very good Saturday. We slept late, went out to eat, futzed around town, running a couple of errands, generally having a good time. It all culminated that evening with us having a blast at dinner (appetizer dinner, one of our favorites!), consuming more than the usual amount of wine and watching one of our favorite movies, Evil Dead II. We enjoyed it almost as much as the first time we saw it. However, I often found myself (as I realized later) taking it a little too seriously at times, saying things like, "You know, someone actually going through something this extremely supernatural and horrific might APPEAR to be acting in an absurd or comical way. From my experience, the OUTWARD appearance of your actions is often out of step with what you're actually feeling INSIDE." In my mind I thought I was just having fun with my conjecture and my 'What if this was REALLY HAPPENING!?' thought exercise. What I didn't know at the time is that I was planting the seeds of fear in my own impressionable, wine-marinated brain. Not surprisingly, that night I had a nightmare.
It opens in some strange house I've never been in before (as a lot of my unpleasant dreams do). There's a zombie somewhere and it's all the fault of this douchebag son of some rich guy (apparently this is their house). Not sure why I know all of this, it's just the given facts of the dream.
Anyway, next thing I know I've opened a closet door somewhere in the house and find myself standing face to face with the aforementioned zombie. He's not all, "Bleearrgh! Graaaarr! Brains!" or extremely gross looking or anything. He's a middle-aged, balding man in a suit. He has a blank stare and is filthy (as zombies are wont to be) but the expressionless face looking back at me from the shadows of the freshly opened closet is particularly unsettling.
Jump cut to a side view of the the closet. From the top shelf of the closet, the zombie suddenly shoots out head first, arms at his sides, entire body parallel to the floor and stops at the waist. The room is lit with a sickly, bright (yet also dark) orange and the top half of the zombie is sticking out of the closet, stiff as a board like the top drawer of a dresser. Suddenly, his arms shoot out, doubling his visible length.
Next thing I see (not that I actually recall seeing it, it's more like my mind TOLD ME I was seeing it) is the zombie and the douchebag son wrestling on the floor in front of the closet. The room is still lit in that sickly orange as they struggle, the zombie now in full, aggressive "Romero" mode.
The scene changes again and I'm pretty sure I have the son safely behind me and the zombie is prone on the floor in front of me. I'm jabbing at him with a transfer shovel trying to decapitate him. We now seem to be in the living room. Beyond the zombie I can see furniture, potted plants, windows and glass doors that lead outside to a back yard or patio. It's night time and the room is now a dark, moonlit environment and I can see streaks of blood running down the zombie's face. I jab again with the shovel, a little off target, and hit him in the face. I don't see it but I clearly feel a splash of warm liquid hit my left cheek and eye.
Everything becomes a little unclear at this point, although in the next moment I somehow know that I've killed the zombie. Then I look up at the ceiling and I see the shadow of a thin, unclothed, headless figure. It's arms are flailing wildly and shooting from it's neck are what seems to be both short lengths of hair and what looks like small moths but they have no bodies, just a pair of fluttering wings, much like heart-shaped pieces of paper folded down the middle...
...I'm terrified and I realize the ghost of the zombie is casting this shadow! I panic and swing the shovel wildly at where I think the ghost is. The force of the swing in my arm and shoulder as I hit nothing is the last thing I feel.
I woke up, hungover and so dry my eyelids were almost making scratching noises every time I blinked. I was still pretty creeped out and, even though I keep a pretty much nocturnal schedule and there was plenty of daylight in the house, I was still seriously keeping a wary eye on the hallway for any shambling zombies that might be coming my way. After some liquids, pain killers and a light snack I was finally able to get back to sleep.
Lastly, here's another incarnation of the nightmare zombie:
Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I have to say this was the most vivid nightmare I've had in years. My only regret is that I wish I could've done more artistic justice to it. That's not to say I didn't produce a few decent images but I never really felt I completely captured the true vividness of the experience. Oh well, I guess room for improvement is a good thing.
Whew! Has this been a crazy month or what? I'm glad I took all the time off from work. Three-day weekends all month has been SA-WEEET! It's gotten me rested up and ye olde creative juices flowing as well! I look forward to the holidays and you should too, as I have a stockpile of new artworks just itching to be posted : D Thanks for stopping by, you crazy kids are the best!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
neck-splosion
Not sure why I'm killing so many of my fuzzy skellies lately. It raises the question as to whether or not you can kill undead abominations. Also raises the question as to whether or not my fuzzy skeletonians are, in fact, undead.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
meat brain
Wow, can you believe we're on the final seven days of October!? Where does the time go? I guess this is a good time to remind anyone interested in the Fuzzy Skeletonian Insane Mega-Giveaway to get signed up and figure out what you're going to post by the end of the month.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
happy accidents and goofy skellies
These two ended up being an awkward pair of companion pieces when one of my wet/dry sandwiches went awry. The face didn't transfer over to the other side, as I had used up all of my first batch of chunky, Crayola slurry prior to starting on this venture. While I think the face side turned out pretty well, the other side ended up being more of a background than a finished work so I took the hint and painted my goofy, bad-day skellie on top of it. Ended up being a learning experience and the first time I created a background before the main subject of the work.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
brain loss
Here's the second fuzzy fella I am retaining exclusive custody of. He's already made an appearance on one of my OPG banners but here he is in his full, fly aparty, gory glory. Don't know what or who is kicking his ass but they seem to be doing a damned good job.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
taz face
This guy's face ended up reminding me of the Looney Tunes Tazmanian Devil, although it took me a few minutes to finally zero in on it. This guy is also the tenth and final Fuzzy Skeletonian up for adoption in the giveaway! Wooo! (sign-up sheet here)
squinty eye
This guy's givin' you the squinty stink eye 'cause he wants to eat your fucking liver and swallow your blood, all the while keeping you alive with his cheek apendage until you're drained. Dead blood is no good to him. (sign-up sheet here)
Sunday, October 16, 2011
running away
I got all fancy with this one and decided to use a landscape orientation. Not sure if I made it landscape to accomodate him running away or whether I drew him running away because the orientation lent itself to it. Whatever the case, it makes you wonder what (or who) he's running away from. (sign-up sheet here)
Friday, October 14, 2011
blood fist
This is one of three fuzzy skellies I originally completed for the giveaway that I simply couldn't bear to part with. This guy really came together as a fairly focused composition. Plus there's just something so compelling about a bloody fist.
I'll get back to my Blot Faces series with my next post. Things have been a little crazy today so I opted for something short and simple.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
red handed
Got another hunchback for ya. Do these guys have great jaws or what? I absolutely love anybody with a robust skull or jaw bone. I'm always like, "I want their skull when they die!" I'm sure Bruce Campbell and Robert Zdar would love to know that about me. (sign-up sheet here)
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
propped up
This was one of the first giveaway skellies, completed shortly after (if not immediately after) blood drool. This guy seems more contemplative, leaning back with his head propped up, perhaps thinking about why he has only hair for teeth. (sign-up sheet here)
Sunday, October 9, 2011
one-eyed hunchy
Another familiar face from earlier this year but here he is in detail, not constantly building himself up and tearing himself down. If he ends up among the adopted I'll do a couple of small touch-ups on him before sending him off to his new home. (sign-up sheet here)
Friday, October 7, 2011
bloody oedipus
Man, look at that ooey-gooey, Gummi bear brain! You could just pop it in your mouth and om nom nom. What do you imagine the flavor to be, cherry, strawberry or just thick and musky bloody blood? (sign-up sheet here)
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
hey man nice shot
I'm proud of the teeth on this guy. And the chin. Maybe this is Bruce Campbell in an alternate reality where some necromancer has cast one too many drain life level spells on him. Whatever the case, here's the latest giveaway item. (sign-up sheet here)
Monday, October 3, 2011
hairy blood drip
Thought I'd step up the pace of this lazy start of the month with TWO artworks in one day! I know, I'm a rebel. This is one of two companion pieces I completed to go with breakthrough from earlier this year. I didn't end up sticking with this method, as I think it was more of an experimental learning thing that aided me in getting more comfortable with painting.
As for content, I tried to get all nasty and disgusting with bits of hair in the dripping blood. 'Course, that's all part of what nose bleed is about, now init?
armpit cock
Next up in the giveaway is, well... this guy. Not sure where this one came from but I'm guessing you can't get much more original than this. I mean, who has a huge cock coming out of their armpit? Nobody, that's who! (sign-up sheet here)
Saturday, October 1, 2011
blood drool
Here's the very first Fuzzy Skeletonian up for giveaway. You know him, you love him, he's Blood Drool Skellie! Come on and give Daddy a big hug!! (sign-up sheet here)
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