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.’
Following a few last minute touch ups, tweaks and a peddle to Aaron Bros for frame clips, the (partial) sum total of three years work, lines the wall of my hallway, awaiting transportation to Mosaic.
With days to go before delivery of around twelve pieces, here is the flyer with the details for the Mosaic Show. Grand opening is on Saturday the 16th January, and I do so hope people will come that night.
I’m finding real gratification in my proliferation at the moment-I don’t see too much of compromise to quality either, if anything the reversion to acrylics just allows me the luxury of revision quicker, and of course the fluidity of painting faster gives the line a freshness that perhaps I’ve been missing with the meticulousness of […]