Continuing blowing out the cultural stereotypes, this is the middle-aged dudes fantasy. As women deal with body stereotypes, shaming, and so forth, so do men. This captures some of that in a chip-n-dales scene.
Month: January 2021
In Our Defence, Silence.
It’s been exactly 10 days since I’ve been able to create art as it’s been wage-slavery for the last two weeks. I needed to create. Don’t like it? I’m wearing the Melania jacket today. Although I could have spent a little more in post-prod.
Why? Because, sometimes something just needs to be. I’m busting through stereotypes about age, about witches, and a third thing, which I forget.
Busy, but…
My time has been sucked up by other, more worldly needs lately, so here is another video of my artwork from around Spring. I created it in the bowels of the night while my insomnia had me staring at the ceiling. The music lends an Edward Scissorhands / dreamy feel to the composition. All the individual works are available on this site in various blog posts. As with all videos, some artwork may have been created prior to other but I’m doing these videos based on their order on my phone, some of which have been reposted or modified for light, etc. point is, don’t hold me to any timelines. If I ever become recognized / rise above the churn of much more talented artists on the net, I’m sure someone will catologue everything 🙂
Winston and Julia
It’s probably best to view this on something other than a small screen, it looks fine in my PC but not on my phone. Drawn from a re-reading of 1984 by Orwell. This represents a sort of sage-burning of my mind after exposure to it. Winston Smith and Julia (Dixon) are the characters whose tragic coupling leads to irrevocable consequences. In the book, the Ministry of love is a place where it’s always light, but they are really in the dark if one interprets it into Newspeak. They were separated in the book during their time being tortured… err, re-educated, err, destroyed, but I put them together in a fit of artistic license. The blinds style lighting represents the barcoded nature of the IngSoc society in which they live and die, a sort of Schrödinger’s cat nod to their current predicament (being sent to Room 101). Plus, it appears a barcode unless one looks deeper. Julia cracked early in the book, Winston took a bit longer, so I have him more emaciated of the two.
The Arrangement
A little #modern #rennaissance #art I put together. Not the best on the #chiaroscuro but next time. #new #digital #artwork #meh
Chapter 3 (March to July 2020)
I was super busy with my day job and totally not able to do any art today (sigh, again) so here is another chapter in the art of 2020. I feel like I’m missing images, so it’s probably not a complete treatise. As far as the background on each artwork? It’s in the posts. Hope you like it.
Art from July-Nov 2020
Part two in the march-backwards through l’ histoire de l’art de moi. I’m getting better at the video thing. I think this is July through Halloween -ish.
Video of Recent Art
I’m truly sorry I’ve not done anything in the last couple of days. I’m working through proposals at work (to pay for my art!) and skin cancer to boot, but last night at 3ish, I made this video of recent art (going back to October (ish). I’ll get creative again soon! I kind of want to do a full length video of all the artwork I’ve done, but it would be significantly longer than 2 minutes – more along the lines of an hour. Maybe over the holiday weekend.
Urban Tree
Tonight’s drunk art is from my walk this morning. Before anyone tells me telephone poles are round…. Because drivers in my area are attracted to the poles, they are actually rectangular and thick, so it’s accurate – maybe not painted very well, but aesthetically correct. I should say something artistically relevant but I’ll leave it to the senses. Oil, ink, pencil, watercolor, and stencil, it’s a doodle-mutt. Now that I’m looking at it, that bird is huge.
Spring Revelations
I may be killing off the last of any artistic reputation I’ve built up with this, but it’s an oil, stencil telling of a secret, buried in the winter, coming to light in the spring. Inspired by Apple Crown Royal, now empty, and the song Electric Love, by Børns, on repeat. Nap time.
Out of the Woods
Drunk art for a Saturday as I’m no-lifting the plague of 2020/1. Sorry it’s two in one day. Some days I’m prolific – I don’t game, or couch it, so there’s time to burn. Besides, the more I pollute the net with my artwork, the greater chance to Vermeer-it in 2206 (plus one for each year after this). Someone is gonna find my artwork on a hard drive in a landfill in post-nuclear North America and say, as she’s listening to the Breakup Song by Greg Kihn (archeologists are retro-folks), “They don’t art like that anymore, lol.” Focus, Rob. Okay, this is the telling of a dark forest, with a path from which one shouldn’t stray. There is a dark figure in the road. Is she escaping? Or waiting for the viewer? It’s oils, pen, stencils, and watercolor.
Cherry Lightning Filler
This started as a scrabble on the canvas, and asking myself “What can I do with it?” Et voilá! I’d kind of like to scrub the tree and start over but there’s other ideas that need to spill out into reality. Why? It’s reminiscent of my early work, and I know I can do better. So, media… mixed of course. Acrylics, watercolor, pencil, pastel, and stencil.
