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Staged Clouds
Size is about 50 by 41 inches.
Digital painting
2008-2009
View it a bit larger at this link.
Or even yet larger at this link.
Thanks to Phoeebstock for the stock image which I used as resource for the figure. I’ve done now five paintings of this woman over the past couple years.
I love these fake clouds.
UNENDING WONDERS OF A SUBATOMIC WORLD is an angst-ridden, slap-happy, run if you can't leave 'em laughing investigation on the questions of mad coincidence and improbable meanings that spin around the Great Wheel as it bumps along toward whatever end has captured its fancy. And while along for the ride, let's at least have some fun with it in a Ferrari and Italian sunglasses that lend operatic vistas, with a woman running from impending nuptials and an unfolding history in soft-core surrealist art porn, her working homeless friend who is grieving the loss of her 1972 Impala, a band by the name of Orange Joe playing behind a female Elvis impersonator, a golf shop owner who wants something more in life than a pyramid-scheming wife and trysts at the Oasis with his accountant, and reflections on America the Beautiful which killed off its buffalo and fenced up its First Nations peoples all so Faith Hazy and Chance Hope would be able to one day pursue pending dreams from Valentine, Georgia to Little America, fueled by novelty, convenience, and Faith's patriotic determination to be a good consumer on someone else's bankroll. |
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hey, what’s going on, happy new yr…etc.
Not much going on here. Happy New Year! Etc…
I keep looking at, and enjoying, the image of the woman at the top of your blog. I’ve looked at the other images, too. I kept refraining from saying anything because words didn’t seem to come to mind in response to it, just that I enjoy looking at the image. So, even though I’m not really quite saying anything about it, I just wanted to say that I like looking at it. And that the looking seems to be a very internal process, not easily put into words.
Thank you, Nina. I like the blank greens – especially after the tedium of sketching in all that lace. I had considered having her standing on a small patch of detailed grass in the midst of that blank green, then decided against it.