I am trying to make myself like this city better by getting to know its nooks and crannies.
To be honest, it feels kinda like trying to convince yourself you’re in love with some girl when you watch her changing her clothes too near her bedroom window.
Pencil sketches jazzed up in Photoshop.
BIRDS.
hMore drawings from the sketchbook. Mostly graphite and white pencil.
Some drawings from my sketchbook.
I much prefer drawing on brown paper, it is very forgiving.
Hernán Cortés, Spanish conquistador, syphilis survivor and bane of the Aztecs.
I am a bit obsessive about explorers.
A drawing. Female head study, graphite on ivory linen paper.
Update: Apparently this is where it went.
Mixed media (mostly acrylic) on card.
Untitled (Triptych)
A rare foray into landscape. This was an interesting challenge and I made a tremendous mess. Palette knives are fun.
Oil on linen, whole thing 108"x60" (nine feet by five).
Edit: marginally better quality image
Stasis.
This is a return to a pet theme.
Detail from a larger painting that remains unfinished: I can’t figure out what it needs.
Oil on cotton. (Original approx. 60"x36")
Disconnect.
This one is about feeling detached from the world, like you’re not quite real. (Oil on cotton, 55.5" x 35.5")
I should probably stop painting on horrible old bedsheets. But I like the texture. This one is already falling apart. My comfort is that in these uncertain times, it would be naive, even hubristic to aim for longevity.
