Scraping stale oil paint off my perspex palette. Weirdly satisfying. It feels like showering.
Galleries
Tree.
(Sony DSC-HX1)
I like photos of things that could be other things. A tree that might be an x-ray of an artery or a microscopic view of damaged hair.
Sony DSC-HX1
Flood 2.
Oil on panel (12×12").
Sometimes can’t tell if you’re waving or drowning.
Flood 1.
Oil on panel (12×12" primed MDF).
Corridor 2.
Oil on linen, 31.5 x 46".
Got my hands on a projector. I am indecently excited about this.
The idea is to use it to trace small (A4) sketches onto large canvases prior to painting, and thus cut out some of the time I waste getting the proportions wrong and fucking up the perspective when I try to draw on an awkwardly large scale.
Now if I could just figure out how to print my scanned drawings onto transparent acetate without smudging the ink and getting my fingerprints absolutely goddamn everywhere.
I swear, it’s as if I discover my hands anew each morning and spend each day asking WHAT DO THESE DO? and banging them against things and slapping people and knocking stuff over.
These days, if it’s not green I simply will not be paying attention.
Sony DSC-HX1
Started a second of these cliff paintings. I’m not great with reds, the rocks look soaked in blood.
Work in progress, oil on linen. (31.5 x 46")














