just toolin around

got some foam brushes with a wedge cut thought i'd try em out and came up with this....overall I was happy with what they can do but the general output I am not entirly happy it would of been gret if I didn't put the shitty sunset on there...yeh it's set for distruction to be born again in a new form...I going to conceal it a beautiful cocoon of primer and what hideous beast will emerge is anyones guess...i should of left the female form as is it just seems cliche'd like eighties sexy advertiseing for the bahahma's or some other tropical over populated by seasonal imigrants island....

"4t shades of ugly"

This one came about during conversation with my mate Mr Mac. we were talking about art and artists ect and talking about organic art referencing to Jackson Pollock, who is well known for his "splat paintings" and one of my favorite artists...anyways I showed Mr Mac. my most recent piece "Garden in his delerious dream" and got talking how it took a very short time but came with such ease and felt purposeful whilst doing  it wasn't just random.
So while I was doing this with the majority in my head I also had some thoughts flowing around like wine in a glass before a tasteing, I was thinking how tired I was feeling after getting home at 5am sleeping for 4 hours getting up for a bit then sleeping for another 2...and i was thinking how in the past I have done a lot of my writing scetching and painting either fatigued, depressed or when there was just general friction in life and it made me think of creation and whether the Great I AM did his creating in similar circumstances say after the fall....I was also thinking about societies fetsish with perfection and how much bullshit there is to do with aiming for pefection where with quite a large possiblity of becoming more imperfect in it's quest, as Brad Pitt said whilst portraying Tyler Durton in the film Fight Club "self improvement is masterbation"...then I thought of society being like  Frankenstien's modern monster both feared and loved by it's creator...

...so with all thst swimming around I came up with the following which is sort of  a self portrait yet not, the title came from work the other when a collegue said "who put you on the gate" and I repied with "well it's not my fault I'm forty shades of ugly"...

Once again I have gone over a previous picture "Rocket Horse"...it seemed to umm processed and un-natural...I also gave multiple shots to just give different perspective etc and it was still wet all the paint was applied whilst the other layers were still wet...

Good Bye Kal...

So I got rid of curvy Kal and I came up with something a lot more organic...

I did this in an hour or so all the paint apply was layered on stille wet paint...I've titled it "A graden in his deliriuos dream" from a poem of sorts I wrote many years ago...

"Rocket Horse"

"Rocket Horse"-came about like the previous 3 pictures around ten+ years ago. I enjoyed re-priming this canvas as i see the former art (something I found on the side of the road) as fast food art, yes somebody came up with the idea but then it's screen printed and mass produced for people to lazy to create something that truly represents them, not that I think food represents you, it's Ikea art that comes in kit form. Most of them then were done in a simply "lets draw something" mood, I look at them now and think back and see meaning. For "Rocket Horse" it is escapism, I did a lot of that my room back then it was literally my cave, there I knew it was safe to be me it was my world what happened there was more real than out there in reality...the red paint splatters around the flames was a spare of the moment thing, it really means nothing but it adds a nice touch all the same. I guess you could say the tornado repesents stress tension and the sailing ship another form of escaping  that tension, but ultimately you have to abandone all and create a new world free of stress but full of it at the same time. Escaping is a wonderful thing but it is also terribly lonely, no-one to share the pain, anger and hear you out, you end up listening to yourself over and over again, it's tiresome...

Anyways...