Self portraits I did in the before times.
Ceci N'est Pas Deux Mille Vingt
We’re here again. Please wear a mask.
Floaty Boats
This watercolor I did of Anti-Paros a few years back is currently off to Europe to celebrate a couple’s love, and I have some further plans for that sketch of a floaty boat bobbing about in the Aegean Sea.
Holiday Commissions
I’m definitely biased, but giving art as a gift is one of the most badass gifts of all.
A recent commission.
Reaching Into the Void
Don’t ask me, I don’t even know anymore. This year has broken open my brain and weird things are coming out. Letting everything take shape rather than trying to bend it to my will has been a really strange process. Gonna let it ride because, why not?
twentytwenty
Is haunted. Self portrait of the times we’re experiencing.
Messing Around with Masters
Found out about this app Heavy Paint the other day - strange to get the hang of.
Dangerous Siren
I’ve been in a dead sprint creatively lately. A lot of it is digital work while I’m letting a few paintings take shape - though, digital is a dangerous siren.
I’ll always prefer the lightening bolt of dopamine a perfectly placed stroke of paint delivers, but in the meantime, getting these ideas out of my head and getting weird with it feels good.
Sketchbook Livestream
Did my first successful-ish livestream today. Here was the end result of rambling and doodling.
Cheers to the first and the last.
The Rush, The Crash
This was a fun one.
Official stance on 2020
Optimistically cynical. That is all.
Wake Me When
There’s a good chance if you fall asleep around me you’ll wake up with a portrait of your slumbering.
Hedonistic Delights
There’s something distinctly sensual about working with paint. I think it has a lot to do with its lush fluidity. To be a painter, it is my opinion, you're usually some shade of hedonistic. Or an automasochist. Some days it seems a fine line. (Especially ones where you spend a whole day trying to materialize a flower in oils only to be beat back at every try until a last effort where you swear you've lost your touch / eye for it).
But I digress. This post is about hedonism, mostly, as there's near nothing - for me - more pleasurable than a flower rendered in oils in luxurious strokes. I like to paint my flowers in one pass rather than layered with drying time in between - linseed oil added for that extra gloss and movement. For me it creates a more energetic feel when swipes of paint slide through one another, catch and meld to bring out a subtle color blend, and in the wake leaves the high relief and impression of my brush's intentional path. It's definitely trickier to prevent colors from muddling in this approach, but the reward is that of a painted flower vibrating a bit more on the canvas. Though more punishing in practice, I love a little chaotic, purposeful energy distilled into pigment, worked through to figured petal and leaf.
c u r r e n t l y
Leave it to me to injure my arm at the start of a pandemic. My roll has been significantly (and frustratingly) slowed because of it, but I’m still trying to find time to create where I’m able. Yesterday was a sketch of my hands from an old photo, when times where good and nothing hurt. So, things and stuff as ever. & thank you to everyone who has contacted me about commissions. It’s amazing to have your support through this time when all creatives like myself’s careers are pretty much royally effed. It’s like 2008 on repeat but with much higher stakes. Be safe and sane, magical people. & please stay home.
HI!
Well, what an odyssey, eh? (This sentence applies to absolutely everything right now.)
Got locked out of my work email and websites for the past month. Sorted and now currently looking forward to Someday.
Did about ten different versions of this one because I can’t tell my mood as of late (read: it’s been shifting every hour). Please keep yourselves healthy, sane, and considerate of what’s needed for us to all get through this.