Thursday, March 31, 2011

Some Random Laughs

Just some random pictures that have been sitting on my computer. Nothing like a random laugh!

David Hockneys Photo Collages

These Just Blow my Mind!!
The last one is my favorite!

Telephone Pole, 1982

Robert Littman Floating in a Pool, 1982
Pearblossom Highway, April 1986

Paint Trolley, 1985
His Mother

Prehistoric Museum Near Palm Springs, 1982

James Jean

Some of James Jeans newer work. I love the ones of his figures and how he uses the canvas. He is still one of my favorites!

Still 3

Close-up of hounds


Philip Lim, Birds and Boys

Philip Lim, Birds and Boys


Sink II



Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A cup of tea.

A cup of tea solves everything. And if it is served like the way it was for me in Berlin, then it will make you laugh as well. I think that was one of my favorite experiences in Berlin. Its the simple things.

Monday, March 28, 2011


Just thought I'd put up some of my own work, just for the hell of it, its nice to go back for a visit...

Ball and Chain

Harry on Watch

Heart of Man

Little Fish


Sea Aster


Spring Blossom

Mine II


Death of the Night

Red Bull

Harry in Blue

A Seed of Doubt

I think we all have it, those thoughts. That little voice in the back of your head thats constanly questioning everything you do. The one that makes you re-live every action, conversation, thought, and memory, that you have come across over the years, playing them over and over again, with his old fashioned projector.
I think that little voice of mine is alot louder than most, it makes me wonder what the hell I am doing here? Are these choices I make the right ones? And if everything happens for a reason then whats the reason?
It would be nice if someone would cut us a break and let us in on the big joke, but I guess thats asking to much. All we can do is chose the path that we think is right, and hope for the best, we just have to keep our eyes open, so we can see those bumps and potholes  before we get to them.
Nothing is ever what you expect it to be..

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Tanya Kirouac

Encaustic Paintings
From the greek enkaustikos which means "to heat" or "to burn". Encaustic is the name for both, a medium of pigmented wax, and the process involving heat, by which the medium is applied and secured

Tanya Kirouac is an encaustic artist from Montreal, based in Toronto and Prince Edward County. She paints with heated wax to which she’s added coloured pigment. Encaustic allows for the building of layers, the carving out of colours and shapes, for a delicate luminosity and smoothed roughness.

Cy Twombly

The Rose II

I saw this man at first in Germany, and have come across him again while researching for this project and have grown to love his work.
I love his big broad brushstrokes and the simplicity of it.
I have not included a biography on him as there is so much information on him its hard to break it all down,
He is an absrtact expressionist.
He combines poetry and painting, using other artists poems.
His paintings take along time to do, each mark is thought out, and is not as quick and random as it seems.

A poem by William Wordsworth

The Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Sketchbook pages

I first started looking at flower seeds, their texture, shape etc.

Then I was playing around with seedlings. There is a drawing of a sweet-pea on the left page, with some random seedlings, that I am growing at the moment, that have been pressed.
I love how they flow, they are so delicate and dainty like little dancers on the page.
On the right I was looking at one of the seedlings I plucked more closely. Breaking down the shapes, also I was trying to incorporate the human body, which I hope to get to work more on later on.

Started to look at the daffodil bulb and again just looking at the shapes and colours. The page on the right was just a study of a daffodil head I did, then went back and painted the background with gouache, and the flower with acrylic. I like how the background colours are melting into each other.

Again I was just looking at colour. Mostly inspired by Mark Rothko. Also William Wordsworth poem,
 'The Daffodils.'

Again breaking the flower down into colours.

The green grass, the pale yellow petals, the orange trumpet, and the blue sky.

One of Mark Rothko's paintings, 'No. 2 (Blue, red, and green) [yellow, red, blue on blue), 1953,' is on the right page. Theres a bigger version of it below.

'Lonely as a Cloud,' came form the first sentence in William Wordsworth's poem.
You always see daffodils in groups, large families of them, nodding there heads to each other.
When you see one stuck out in a field somewhere on their own, they seem so out of place, like some outcast, or if it became lost, or those who are usually gathered around him have all died off and he is the only one left standing alone.