A series of pictures of people examining empty squares, empty spaces where the pictures should hang on the wall. The important point is the pictures are blank and being examined .
Works if outlined forms with minimal or even no colouring, much like many of my works, with backgrounds based on abstract photos taken on walks in London, perhaps with coordinates as the title, or subtitle.
You can only see the smaller doll by opening the big doll, a long time ago I wanted to give the viewer a choice between works but unlike the Russian dolls they could not be put back together again. This time I will simply explore the idea of pictures within pictures.
The things we hold, the things we carry. I would like to draw a series of paintings backed on the things we carry front he mundane to the absurd.
Much like the cross of tape used to hide the nipples, the eyes can be hidden by crosses, but perhaps this should be balanced by beautifully drawn hands, which expresses other.
I laugh because I am not going to hurt you, or eat you, or have sex with you.
Just a thought.
His beauty is what has of late become conventionally accepted as the norm for beauty: the hipster. Complete with beard. A man confident in his sexuality, careless with it in the way he forgot some of the buttons on his shirt. His tight shirt pulling against his muscles, a lean physique from sporting activities not the bulging muscles of weights training. Such a long torso, undoubtedly with tasteful, perhaps celtic tattoos. A build that says he has sporting prowess, this man is coordinated, his touch will be sensitive. And relaxed, sitting on the stool leaning against the bar surveying the patrons perhaps like a panther ready to spring, or a lion knowing he is king.
I think he could lose the hat.
I have two sides to my table, one for drawing one for books. I love books, or more accurately I love stories and am particularly impressed with the authorial skill to put a complex story onto paper. Their own creative, original story in print. I particularly admire books because until the editor gets involved it is just the author against the story.
And as Rankin said: books are for everyone.
I will work on a series of portraits based on people doing the job they do at minimum wage, I will carefully keep a record of the time it takes me to make the artwork and sell it at the hourly rate for minimum wage.
If you earn minimum wage, send me a selfie of you at work and I will consider it as a source for an artwork.
I am starting from the beginning again. I lost all my webstuff and instead of starting a search to find it again I figured this is a good opportunity to start afresh. So here goes with a fresh start