Showing posts with label ink wash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ink wash. Show all posts

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Insect Buddies!

Sorry for the wait, friends!

Here are the final two pieces from my show. If you're familiar with my work you may recognize these guys from previous paintings, but this time there's a whole new spin on them. Enjoy!

The original drawing of this guy can be seen on my website (with his full story!)

                          That's a Sphinx Moth around his collar, it's what Mr. Marvelous will eventually turn into.                           I have have been wanting to update the original drawing of this guy for a while now and
 I'm pretty happy with the results.

The original drawing of this guy can be seen here in all his kaleidoscopic glory!


Friday, October 11, 2013

We've Been Bugged

Here are two more pieces from the Insect show. These two were an experiment in turning people into bugs. David Cronenberg's "The Fly" is one of my favorite creature movies and was definitely going through my mind when I was working on these, even though they don't even come close to being as grotesque. You might say I was going for something a little more subtle. 

Faceless Woman

Despite what some people think, that is not a Star Trek uniform.

Fly Guy

I probably had the most fun with him.


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Big Brown Eyes


Hey folks, here's something I did for fun while playing around with ink wash. 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Aunt Rita


My show DISTANT RELATIVES has moved from the Emerson Space Case to Fresh Pot coffee shop on Mississippi st., which I'm very excited about. It's a bigger space and I wanted to add another piece to the series to fill out the wall. The series is meant to be ongoing so this wasn't a problem except that I was a little pressed for time. 

Anyhow, this is my Great Aunt Rita, the older sister of my grandfather Paul. She sent me a $10 birthday check every year of my childhood, though I had never seen or talked to her. All I knew was what I heard from the rest of my relatives which was that she was a bit blunt, rude at times, and lived by herself in Fall River, Massachusetts. And of course I always dreaded the "chore" of writing a thank you card back to her. 

A couple of years back I finally got the chance to speak to her. It was during one of her weekly phone conversations with my Grandmother. A surreal experience finally being able to put a voice and a cadence to this person I had heard so much about, especially because I still had no idea what she looked like, but the conversation was pleasant enough, brief as it was. She passed away last year leaving a will that sparked a renewed rivalry between the west and east coast sides of the family that has yet to be settled, but of which my Grandfather still brings up to me from time to time. 

The hours that I spent staring at her face as I worked on this piece, struggling to get her features right, making sure that the shadows weren't overstated and that the space between her nose and mouth wasn't too wide (it is), is the closest thing to quality time that I'll ever experience with my Aunt Rita, but even still I'm glad we got to have that time together.