Vexing the Ether
Esto peccator, pecca fortiter sed fortius fide
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Day of the Piper
Yesterday can be summoned up as a series of adjoined events. Reading the News in the morning I came across a story about how the new progressive animal control law in Washington DC (http://voices.washingtonpost.com/dc/2010/10/citys_critters_win_protections.html) has led to the city being overrun by rodents. Later in the day I was hanging out with my friend Robert and during our conversation he updated me on his mouse problem, at first happily informing me that the animals had left, until his girlfriend informed him that she found new mouse dropping last week. He was bummed, especially since he promised his niece, who recently got a mouse as a pet, that he would not harm the critter. After visiting with Robert I headed to Bobby Bath's house to work on some canvasses. After working on the bird one I decided to paint a mouse as a salute to the theme of the day. Right as I finish and start packing up, I notice something small and grey scurrying across the floor under the table
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
The Gift
My sister in law is a tough person to shop for, primarily because she is, and always has been, a person with the capacity to buy herself whatever she desires, unlike myself. So instead of a spending a meager sum on a trinket she wouldn't have much desire to possess, I decided to put brush to canvass. My justification is simple, one thing I have an abundance of, while most (I know) lack, is creativity.
The idea behind the painting was to capture the feeling of an old Victorian-esque reading room. My sister in law is a voracious reader, with a preference for vampire and Gothic fiction. That and her choice of wall decoration in her living-room, a fairly somber colored painting of a beach at night, provoked the idea.
The books are crookedly leaning to elicit an unreality to the picture and to prevent the canvass from being flatly divided in two. That is also why there is a part of a flower close to the crow. Busy and playfull on one side, weathered and somber on the other, but each side having a bit of the other type thing.
Of course like always the picture is sub-par, there is flash-burn at the bottom center. There was literally minutes between me finishing painting the canvass and delivering it to the birthday girl.
The idea behind the painting was to capture the feeling of an old Victorian-esque reading room. My sister in law is a voracious reader, with a preference for vampire and Gothic fiction. That and her choice of wall decoration in her living-room, a fairly somber colored painting of a beach at night, provoked the idea.
The books are crookedly leaning to elicit an unreality to the picture and to prevent the canvass from being flatly divided in two. That is also why there is a part of a flower close to the crow. Busy and playfull on one side, weathered and somber on the other, but each side having a bit of the other type thing.
Of course like always the picture is sub-par, there is flash-burn at the bottom center. There was literally minutes between me finishing painting the canvass and delivering it to the birthday girl.
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