32×28 Oil on canvas. This the final destination. Fits well with my most recent series.
This was going way wrong. How could I possibly save it? (stay tuned)
32×28″ Oil on canvas
32×28 Acrylic underpainting This was closer than anything that followed till I finished it.
32×28 … where it ended up had nothing to do with tea. though kinda like the crow eyebrows.
....thousands of abandoned masks rise up from city streets on a pole tall as Willy Penn's phallic scroll they flail! sails signalling the ship of state in irons white flags their message of surrender gone viral
I sent images of work by the PaFa master of figure drawing and anatomy, Al Gury, to my late uncle.
But they are ugly! he complained.
A conversation I wish we could have had, but he was beyond such exchages by then.
You look in the mirror when you’re old, and you realize two things
That you are not what you look like.
And you never were.
I think about this.. about the tradition of portraiture.
Is it a tradition devoted to reifying an illusion? Or does the artist… help us see beyond
what we see,
even while we are seeing it?
The ideal…when applied to physical reality
is always a lie.
Fucking Greeks messed up our minds.