and from the ends of our 8-bit universe, we called each other and cried (i love him deeply); an original mixed media painting on cradled wood panel; 8 x 10 x 1 1/2 inches
I think I like collage too much. I think the process of tearing down and building up is addictive, not only within the process of each artwork itself, but with all the supporting material that one needs to gather and prepare, as if building a little library. Like how a scrapbook can eclipse the pictures within.
bursting into the city; an original mixed media painting on cradled wood panel; 8 x 10 x 1 3/4 inches
These ones are thick, built-up; they have the heft of furniture, or relics. They feel substantial.
But I’m finally getting to the end of these, for now. I have a last set that I’ll photograph and post this weekend, and after that I’m more interested in combining figurative drawing and painting with background collage elements (in fact I have a load of vintage maps that I’m keen to use).
It’s very cold here, while other parts of the country are being hammered by storms. Stay warm and keep off the highway if you can.