emergence


     This is actually the flip side of stalactite rain.  I’ve often been using both sides of my paper lately to make the most of my materials and maximizing opportunities to practice technique.  Anyway, this guy seems to be emerging from some sort of bloody or fiery vortex.  The original is noticeably darker and bloodier, it makes me wonder where I’m going with my artwork.  Do I want to do it for art’s sake?  Do I want to do it for myself only?  Do I want to make money at this?  It’s quite an issue to wrestle with.  Hopefully, I’ll emerge from this murk with some clarity soon.

stalactite rain

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     Here’s another shadow of the previously mentioned cave skellie idea.  This image also spawned a further development in the story:

     He’s spotted me and now his confusion seems lessened by having someone to focus on.  His erection wanes a little and now starts to drip blood as he advances directly towards me.  I continue to retreat, weaving in and out of the stalactites, stalagmites and columns, attempting to outmaneuver him.  His arms are outstretched wide as he continues pursuit, there’s no way around.  Behind him I can see daylight diminishing as he forces me deeper and deeper into the cave.

     I’m even more curious now to see where this will all lead.  I’ll keep you posted as best I can.

sharing the fear

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     Here’s something I’ve been meaning to show you all for a while and one of the reasons I am so into painting right now.  Just look at that dark, murky blackness!  The first time I laid down some thick wet lines like this it really got to me but now it’s something that I’ve grown to love.  There’s just something so mesmerizing about the light reflecting off the wet paint and the fact that all it would take would be just one false move, one sneeze, one over-excited cat jumping up on my table and all of this beautiful liquid fragility would be completely ruined.  Of course, all of this gets lost once it dries and that’s why I finally decided to take a quick snap shot for the sharing and stuff…

     No, I’m not just stalling because I’m afraid of starting on the head and potentially fucking this whole thing up, so don’t even go there!  I’m sharing with you the beauty of creation and you should be grateful for this glimpse into my process…  You know what?  I don’t CARE what you think!  I”M SHARING DAMMIT!!1!

blood bursting crazy

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     I’ve been feeling stressed lately.  Stressed and a little crazy.  October was an amazing month.  Not only did I have three day weekends all month, not only did I complete my Octoberween-Palooza-Ganza without a hitch but I also got inspired to paint a buncha shit.  I got spoiled during October.  Got a taste of what it’s like to have plenty of free time and energy for my artistic pursuits.  Furthermore, my brain has switched over.  I’m an artist now, not a fucking factory worker.  I’m getting really pissed off at having to work, having to put up with all those assholes.  The only thing that keeps me on a fairly even keel is the fact that suffering makes for good artistic content.  Okay, okay, enough venting.

     Not sure what this was supposed to be.  A flexing arm with a bulging bicep or some disembodied genitalia.  Either way, it’s bursting and releasing pressure, which is nice to see.  The crazy has got to get out one way or another.