Monday, September 3, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Oil on canvas
24" x 18"
Oil on Canvas
22" x 28"
Oil on canvas
30" x 24"
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Oil on board
2' x 2'
I am not particularly fond of this piece. My impatience won out over my other feelings and so I ended up with a painting which I think could have been much better. Perhaps one day I may set brush to it again but I don't see that happening anytime soon. I think I am particularly disappointed in myself with this piece because a lot of work went into prepping the surface.
Typically I use purchased canvases but I decided to try my hand at hardboard instead. Canvas the size of the piece of hardboard used above would cost three times the size. So it worked out quite well price-wise. The downside of using hardboard is the prepping especially if one does not have a sander. Fortunately I was able to purchase a sander of decent cost as well and there was a certain level of satisfaction prepping the piece of board myself.
To prevent the resins from the wood soaking through and yellowing the paint in the future it was necessary to sand and prime the surface with acrylic three times which I did. And I have to say it was fun, I love to experiment after all. I even liked the way the oil responded to the flatness of the board unlike the toothy canvas. Unfortunately I have run out of acrylic(must buy bigger container next time) and will have to make do with canvas for now. But I do hope to work with board again soon.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
17" x 11"
I like the color of my recycled sketchbook paper. And I happen to like the way certain drawings look when laid out against the earthy tone of the surface. I was given the suggestion of doing a series because of the previous drawing, Passive Fish, which I thought was a great idea. The seahorse is the second in the series and much more detailed as you can see. It took me several sittings to finish this one. The only supplies used were a sketch pencil and a mixture of Prismacolor and Crayola Portfolio series watercolor pencils. I'm really proud of the outcome. Especially because I am very impatient when it comes to doing detailed works.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
I have a bad habit of doodling on my desk if I happen to be sitting there while on the phone(as seen in the image above). I was on a long phone call with a friend and I found myself automatically picking up the nearest drawing utensil, which happened to be a violet color pencil. Before I realized it I had sketched the entire head and began to work on the body when it occurred to me that I may as well put it down on paper. The image below is the result after. I used a Faber-Castell Fine PITT artist pen for some outlines and Crayola Portfolio series watercolor pencils for color.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Oil on canvas
Each canvas is 36 by 12 inches
Finally complete, this triptych took a lot of effort on my behalf. It also took a long time for me to finish because I only worked on it here and there for the past year. However, I'm rather proud of the outcome. I'm not sure if I'll be doing more triptychs in the future but I already have an idea for a series. Long before the completion of this project I came up with a bit of prose for this particular piece which I post below.
The Guardians, The Ghost and the Wayward Heart.
Suns and moons of eons go by. Cumulus formations adrift in a sky composed of many shades of blues. I see them all passing by as I sit here, chained and rooted.
The Guardians, women in white dresses that billow in the breezes of ages, do not speak to me. The emotionless masks they wear has worn me down. In the beginning when time was a child, I spoke to them incessantly, tirelessly, yet they never answer. They are stones eternal upon which I cast my crumbling hopes.
My heart, stored in a canopic jar in the shape of an ancient deity left me a long time ago. It travels in the hands of others, passing place to place, person to person - a wanderer in its own right. A wayward heart that will never return home.
I am alone here except for the ghost of my lover that torments me. Wordlessly it hovers in front of me and in shame I don my own emotionless mask. The forgiveness I yearn for will never be given.