I have reminded myself how it feels to go to my friends’ shows: some have been amazing, others not, but when I’ve made the time to attend someone else’s event, it’s because I believe in that person and their talent. They can’t disappoint me — even if this particular work is not their best, or they’ve chosen to collaborate with others who are not at their level — because the faith I have in them is not work-specific; it’s person-specific. Whatever it is that they’re doing, there will be some kernel there that I’m into. And I’m telling myself that this is probably how it is with everyone who has said they will come out tonight.
The title says it all. Oh, and I’m using a scroll for the life drawings.
As far as physical resemblance, this self-portrait is a real stretch, but it captures my mood at the time of painting.
Kitchens, a Chicago trip, and character illustrations from my in-progress fiction project.
Plus a little bit of the Devil.
My favorite self-portrait to date (it’s something like #18).
I go from the freeform to the meticulous, and both leave me simultaneously pleased and dissatisfied. I feel I should be doing something more, but I don’t know what.