Figure drawings. (I tend to draw in nearly invisible 2H pencil, so I’ve upped the contrast in Photoshop.)

I have this strange urge to paper the walls of the studio with bodies. I picture the room teeming with figures, looming over the space, a bit like murals in some ancient tomb, except for some reason they’re all faceless and have no feet. I might be working on a potential installation that expresses something poignant about the human condition. Or I might just be drawing myself some company because I’m lonely.

…It can be both. 

Graphite on paper, each approx 4ft tall.

Back. Oil on paper. 

I’ve been trying to find a new way to deal with bodies. This was initially a lot smoother, more carefully rendered. Then I basically started torturing it with a palette knife and now up close it looks like the whole surface of the skin is bristling with static.