Set a few years, if not a decade or two, after the filming of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, an odly familiar figure returns in disguise to the scene of filming. Although she hated pastries, it seemed fitting at the time to enjoy one.
I haven’t signed it yet as I may or may not attempt to correct the glaring errors I see.
I went ahead and signed this one because I don’t know when, if ever, I’ll get back to it. It’s a nature piece, dealing with the mystical forces surrounding the entity that is Mother Nature, both from a pagan and artistic perspective. She’s never really portrayed as a creature one wants to be around; rather, people would rather just appreciate her children. This is why she is depicted as serious, even of stern visage, in my portrayal of her.
Once again, the vision in my minds-eye did not match what came from my hand, so I will have to keep trying. The exercise in the piece was lighting from multiple sources, the plant, emanating the energy of its birth, the right, and from above, representing the night. One can see faint traces of it in the downward strokes of the background.
Vitals: 18 x 24 acrylic on canvas.
Comments are welcome, more so if they go beyond “this is total rubbish”.
I originally was going to use this as a background for a Halloween painting. Halloween has come and gone, and so I decided to let it stand on its own. Most people don’t appreciate the woods, but every time I’m in nature, I feel that connection between man and the environment. So, while the painting may be boring in a media-filled, sound-byte ridden world, I think there’s a certain peace to it.
New techniques to be found in this? Linear painting, maybe? I’m mostly practicing things I’ve developed in the past. The hardest part of art , in my opinion, is getting light right in the woods, as there are so many contrasting areas of light and dark colors. Throw in streaming sunlight and one is tempted to cast aside the brush and bow to nature’s perfection. This is an imperfect representation of that beauty.
18 x 24, acrylic on canvas. Part of the closet series.
A cold winter evening, somewhere in the city. On the roof of a nondescript tenement, a life is about to end… or is it about to begin?
Every artist does a religious painting at some point (at least the ones I follow), so here is my contribution to that lexicon of beauty.
‘Gathering of Souls’: People once believed that when someone dies in battle, a raven flies at dusk to carry their soul to the land of the dead.
This is a rescue painting. Originally it was going to be a geometric design based on the Old Futhark rune for prosperity, which looks like an angular version of those ‘support x’ magnets you see on the back of cars. It would have been entitled “The Tree of Othala”, which is the name of the rune.
Unfortunately, I’m not Cezanne and kind of messed up; so I went in another direction.
I can do better but I wanted to show that not everything we do as artists is that great. Still, I’m curious as to thoughts on it?
I did this after a frustrating day of looking for a job. It was a Camus-like experience that could only be explained with existential randomness; so I figured “why not?” The true artists were my power tools.
Thoughts and comments welcome.
