The last two paintings I’ve done have been using watercolors and mica infused mixtures. This give a radiant look to the paint when shown in the light. The first is called the Umbrella People, and is a fantasy picture. More of an illustration. You can see a glimpse of the light-capturing paints at certain points. Looks better live, where you can move around to adjust the reflecting lights.
The second picture is more of one of my doodles dolled up in color. They look better “In the Light” and on a wall. This one especially, a Vortex of Colors.
In order to better understand paints, and light, I worked on these pieces, with little attention to the theme. The cat jumping up over the cucumber in the lower pointing is an in-house bit of humor.
I really liked the way the center circle blue swirl came out. What do you think?
Dance is a celebration of life, and sometimes a celebration for the next life. Dance is the cultural provision for joy. We should all celebrate the good of life, rather than highlight death, destruction, social anarchy and uncivil behavior — that’s the job of the news media. Dance is always a good thing unless under the influence of some bad drugs or mojo. Are their any societies without it?
Depressed people need to dance. Sick people need to dance. Dance invigorates, and it pumps us up. So get of your duffs and dance. Find a song to inspire you if you don’t have the music in you.
Music was important to many people in my family, though I don’t remember them dancing at all. My mother, especially, was big into musicals, and I’m not sure when but by the time I was 6, I had seen all types of groups and musical, including Up with People. You may not be old enough to remember that, but I think dance can excite you, throughout your years. That’s where I remember first seeing a group dance.
Today, hip hop continues the crazed dance moves, though there are plenty of other talented dancers working broadway shows and even in Vegas, baby. Whether it be Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal” moves, or something more akin to hopping about like your pants are on fire. Keep moving.
The piece was like a dream for me. I saw it when I awoke and it took a few attempts to get the essence down. Hard to picture dance, as movement continues, long after your first blink.
The bottlemen live in your neighborhood. Their faces set always to the east. They want nothing more than to remain buried in the sands of time. The poison of their thoughts perfume the world with a scent of apathy. The fragile world, awaiting a casket of wisdom, lost to men and animals alike, wonders if the powers will succumb to this vileness.
The ancient earth stirs, making a tumult of fiery ejaculations, crushing the stony foundations of destiny. The bottlemen fear the stony unknown and the rocky face of the future. They would hide, but they will not be moved for fear grips their shiny surfaces. They will only melt under the heat of change.
Here is another children’s illustration for the current book I’ve been developing. This one has some features forecasting to better things to come, but this trash collector is named “Stinky” at this point. Sitting around not developing, one can just attract garbage. Garbage in, garage out. So if we don’t more, and we stop growing we stink.
Who is Elle? Glad you asked?
This question is what the new story is all about. I can’t reveal who Elle is, other than what meets your eye. The fact is that creation isn’t quite done with her. She is nothing like she ends up in the story, and forever more she will go by another name. The fact is that the gist of my work relates the how of what becomes of her, and her friend, Raffi.
I find myself surrounded by plastic people. Maybe is has to do with the fact that everything is wrapped in plastic. Maybe I’m a plastic person, too.
Maybe if we all leave the planet this may change. The microorganisms will find a way to eat all this plastic junk.
Maybe the governments giant plastic credit bill will be reduced to mounds of nutrients inhabitable by at least cockroaches and bacteria.
All those things we longed for, the yacht, the house overlooking the ocean, the carpets, the lounge chairs will all be filled with plastic chomping bugs.
And maybe they will take out their trash in paper bags.
If will all got in that rocket, or at least a few of our strands of dna, could leave earth and land on some distant life-sustaining gem of a world, where we could copulate and make anew a world of people without masks and a desire for falsehood.
What is this thing?
What would it have been like at the beginning of time during the creation when all the animals were being formed. I’ve been working on a story about this, it is not a religious story, nor a moral story, but a fun story to think about how things were created or designed. Or perhaps when I’m focusing on is what would it be like to be able to create living creatures and design them ourselves.
Working with the art software is such a creative process. It’s like what can I do with this. In knowing the exact nature of how animals are put together, is both a challenge at times and at other times is a little bit boring, because you can cheat and pull in a picture of the real thing. I’m sure other artists recognize that painting by hand or sketching by hand a living animal is much more rewarding than using photos and mimicking the painting of the animal on a software program.
So in this picture I have something that is a combination of bird, seahorse, and porpoise. With a little bit of fantasy Dragon thrown in. But what should it be called?