Many times I’m amazed on how quick someone can look at something and move on from it.
At times its seems like the viewer doesn’t understand, just how long, someone took to master their craft. They don’t see the countless hours, the preparation, the mistakes after mistakes, just to get something so precise. The blood, sweat and tears that goes into a finished piece of work. This piece goes out to all of us who do.
I remember coming up with this idea when I was tearing up old paperwork to burn. I was going through files and ripping up old documents that I didn’t need anymore. I became engrossed every time I tore a piece of paper and how it tore differently. One piece I tore came out pretty much how I painted this piece. I found the torn pieces of paper made faces. Inspiration can hit…even when you are doing mundane stuff that doesn’t seem so important.
Much like the idea for Inner Strength, where the idea came from torn papers. This painting came out of the beauty of creating by not creating something in mind. A happy accident if you will.
I remember holding onto a piece of rope for a landscape project I was doing. Every time I thought I had a hold of the rope, it would slip right through my hands. I remember saying to myself “Man you’re hanging on by a piece of thread”.
One of 4 Portraits I created specifically for a Gallery call for art. I remember wanting to do something different, other than a woman, for a portrait. I was flipping through the t.v. and caught a performance by a DJ and the crowd was going nuts. The lights, the music they really couldn’t get enough of the music he was playing. The control he had over the audience was amazing.
One of 4 portraits I did for a Gallery call for art.
I remember watching the movie Memoirs of a Geisha. I really never knew what a Geisha goes through and what kind of life they lead. Their painted face almost seems to be a mask that hides their true feelings.