In between a crushing workload, I sat down with the San Diego Art journal this week,for a filmed interview. Despite the horror of being faced with my mug, I am surprisingly lucid. Great production too, with nice ominous soundtrack. Thank you John Lidot and Mark Jesinoski. Enjoy:
Title: Disambiguous Foresight (Visions of the Afterlife) Size: 11 ” x 14″ Medium: Acrylic on canvas
These past few days I’ve been ensconced with commissions, but I felt the fact that I gave myself some studio time to begin a new piece warranted an update, so here are the beginnings of my next skull in the series.
I’ve deliberately taken a few days to assemble my thoughts about Saturday’s show. Not only to soar above the inevitable comedown but to try and find some cohesion in the whirlwind that was the night.
The suit is trimmed and the beard pressed-or should that be the other way around? I wish I could approximate the way Ethan Hawk looked in Great Expectations, but shall have to live with my Edward Norton’s grizzled, older brother look.
In light of the tragedy that continues to unfold in Haiti, it’s difficult to be so trite as to post anything substantive from the warm comfortable safety of a roof over ones head.
There’s something that encompasses the deadly illicitness of dark passion with this piece.
Are the vistas of my mind a twisted labyrinth of death valleys, dark caverns ruminated by brittle skulls phantasms and ruin? At times, it seems that way,and yet so incongruous today was the flash of the surface reality.
Found my second wind today, and spent the afternoon in the seclusion of my studio, working up a new skull piece. I’ve wanted to put the stark white of bone against a blood crimson background for a while-it has a Valentines chocolate box appeal I guess, so I’m calling it ‘the Kiss of Death.’