Ten Stone Tea was a bit of an adventure for me. I had been feeling artistically weighed down with a seemingly endless parade of freelance jobs not to mention my full time, nine to five job. After I finally got a little bit of time for myself I decided that to keep myself fresh and to recharge my batteries I would do a painting just for me. This is the result. To tell you the God’s honest truth I wasn’t really sure of what to paint when I started and frankly most of the elements in this painting are stuff I put in on the fly. In the end however everything came together quite nicely and now I have a much stronger appreciation of my subconscious. I would also like to note I was so enamored with the method and the style of this painting I decided this would only be the very first in a long series of paintings that I will at some future date collect into a book and publish.
This is another of my latest, “Painting by the seat of my pants” (Or panting by the seat of my paints…) I’m not sure if it really fits the mood of the previous piece or if it’ll ultimately end up in the “book” but for right now I quite enjoy the feeling of this image. Admittedly the background is a little plain but as fellow artist Jim Goodliff pointed out, it kind of suits the piece. Furthermore I would like to point out that the pattern on the wall is the brainchild of my lovely wife Halima. I had originally planned on putting a row of Trilobite fossils embedded into the wall but after describing the piece to her she suggested using the wishbones instead. Just goes to show that first, one need not be an artist to be creative and second, I’m anything but infallible.
Digital- Painter 8 6 x 8 I’ve always enjoyed self portraits. Not necessarily doing them but looking at what other artists do. I think a self portrait is really an unabashed view of how an artist sees himself, or more to the point how they think the world percieves them. I was recently asked to do an interview for a webzine and as part of the bit I was asked to include a headshot or a self portrait. Because every single photograph ever taken of me makes me look A) retarded B) ugly or C) both, I opted for the self portrait. This is what came out. I guess I think the world sees me as some sort of floaty-head macabre, ghost-pirate that’s into carving numbers on their forehead. Maybe I need to rethink things