Cupid moves in to see a super impressive shot, one only three or four guys in the world could have made, discarded among the trash of a vacant lot. A doodle to follow up yesterdays less than impressive work, at least if you use views/likes as a barometer. Low bars are great.
She waits on the shores of the Siren Sea, opposite the Fields of Unformed Desires. Her song calls to the pirate vessel that she will captain across the mists of the cerulean waters. Full disclosure, the pose/idea is based on a photo (not mine) taken of a friend on whom I’ve had a school-boy crush … Read more
This started as another portrait focusing on hair. I was nearly done and was, like, ‘meh.’ It needed something, so I popped in the first thing that came to mind, turning it into a portrait of life.
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.
“what makes you happy?” I asked myself in the depths of the night, unable to sleep – as usual. The answer wasn’t wealth, a hobby, a place, sex, or any of the usual answers. It was an existential question, driving towards the answer of why we are all here. Often, I feel completely alone, detached, even in crowds. So, my answer was naturally ‘the #touch of another human’. It’s something we often do without in our day-to-day lives, yet it’s the thing that lets us know we are not #alone – that we actually exist. So, when am I the happiest? Those rare precious moments with another, where two souls are in full touch. I’m not talking sex, this post (and the art) isn’t about that. It’s feeling the #warmth of another’s body, their heartbeat, loud in the quiet of the moment, the light reflecting off their hair and skin, their breathing (or sleep apnea), knowing they are wholly with you, and that you are not alone, and are wanted. Too soon these moments end, and the #numbness of our existence reasserts itself. I told myself I should express that visually, so here it is, what makes me happy. It won’t earn any #art awards, but it’s probably the most personal #digital #artwork I’ve created.
This has been in the works for a week or so, since I watched the show ‘The Last Czar.’ In the show and in #history rumors were rife that the #Empress #Alexandra had taken #Rasputin as a #lover. No one really knows if they were involved or just really really good friends. Certainly, they both knew of the precariousness of their positions should an #affair be found out. Anyway, I decided to put an artistic element to the possibility, for what is more beautiful than two souls trapped within a gilded cage finding l’amour? #digitalart #digital #art #render #historylovers (get it?) #romanov #imperial #czar #tsar
Men generally take the majority of credit for an #abusiverelationship but there is a silent group of men who are #survivors of not necessarily physical, but rather #mentally and #emotionally #abusive #relationships – this #artwork is a representation of what it’s like for these men. So, assuming you’re over the bad boy phase, if you meet a nice guy who is super-skittish about being involved with you, odds are it was because he’s met a master of these #manipulation skills in the past. Patience, determination, and love can overcome though. #digitalart #digital #art #psychology
Let’s entertain for a moment that someday, I will paint well enough to earn a spot in the Met; even if it’s in the restrooms. When curators look at my body of work, they will see that my realism paintings tend to be utilitarian and dark. They will dissect my state of mind during the creation of the painting and find things with which to create parallels.
Take ‘Moving On’, my latest, as an example. They’ll say there’s a certain eerie loneliness about it. References and connections will be made to social issues and mental illness. They’ll wonder why I’ve painted Vermeer’s ‘Woman Holding a Balance’ as the only thing hanging on the wall, really the only detailed object. The relative emptiness of the rest of the scene stands in stark contrast to the focused area.
If I had to make up a backstory as to the inspiration, I’d say the painting is about ending one journey and beginning another. In this case, the woman is moving out; from a failed relationship, or something else – it’s all in the viewer’s mind.
There is irony in the fact I stopped work on it today, March 11, 2017, which would have been the two year anniversary of my last relationship – A wonderful woman, she dodged a bullet. I wish her the best.
But the painting is not really about any of this. Realism is boring, tedious work. I like rapid, flowing strokes and not contained or restrained lines. I want the brush to dance on the canvas, which is why I got bored and decided to go back to abstract acrylics.
2017. 16×20, acrylic on canvas.
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This piece was initially the result of a dream. I went through many versions in my head before I settled on something I could actually execute on canvas. The overall tone comes from my subconscious, of course – that sense of helplessness in a world bigger than you. The subject is a girl trapped in a well, the moonlight streaming down to comfort her in her prison. She’s not seen another soul for decades, yet still wonders if someone will come to her rescue. Humanity, it seems, has passed the girl by, yet Nature, in a moment of tenderness has forged a place for her in the natural order.
20 x 24, abstract mixed media (spray paint and acrylics) on canvas, February 2017.
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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.
