9 feet x 6 feet, oils on canvas.
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
oatmeal
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| 63"x108", oils on canvas |
You want accuracy, but not representation. If you know how to make the figuration, it doesn't work. Anything you can make, you make by accident. In painting, you have to know what you do, not how, when you do it.
Francis Bacon
Monday, February 25, 2013
Thursday, December 20, 2012
human
charcoal, 18x24"
charcoal, 18x24"
charcoal and pastels on coffee stained paper, 40x48"...
graphite. 18x24"
Sunday, November 25, 2012
veil of flesh
Labels:
2012,
figure,
flesh,
gesture,
mixed media,
sketchbook
Sunday, November 4, 2012
lines
pyromania 2
Labels:
2012,
figure,
gesture,
mixed media,
portrait,
sketchbook,
yarn
dain bramage
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Pink Floyd
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