I’m honestly not sure when this is from…at a guess, 2001 or 2002 at the latest. I used charcoal to draw the woman and managed to get a nice rocky texture for her skin by using the sides of my charcoal stick. (it happened as an accident the first time, like most of what I do.) I added to her sense of confinement and hopelessness by stitching the matboard around her with embroidery floss.
I thought she was sold for the longest time, but then she turned up again the other day. I guess she’s imprisoned by my horrible storage techniques. I’ll try and remember to actually take her to my next show.
This is a very old work, back from when I didn’t have a scanner and I had to get my friend to try and scan my things for me on her ancient, horrible scanner or snap pictures of them. …so you can probably guess what’s up with the image quality.
Regardless, this is a watercolor with pen and ink that I made of some sort of goddess or Artemis-like figure with her back turned to us, making moons out of the formless void. I’m very fond of it, and I hope I find the thing again someday! I think it may be somewhere among my things but I don’t even know for sure.
It’s kind of funny, you’ll be thinking by now that all the old art I made was abstract. Actually, most of it was representational. Back when I was learning the basics I mostly drew people and mythological subjects. But for whatever reason I keep digging up images of old abstract work!
These paintings were actually rather large, being about 24×36 gallery wrap if I recall correctly. The orange and blue one was called “Blaze” and was commissioned as a gift for an entrepreneur/millionaire friend of my grandmother’s. This man, who had no doubt seen (and bought!) just about every fine thing imaginable in his lifetime acted absurdly impressed and happy about receiving my humble painting. He was very sweet.
The purple/tan painting, “Thistle Brae,” was commissioned as a gift for Sir Sean Connery. (Yes, that Sean Connery. What can I say, my grandmother gets around.) I used my mother’s potato masher thingy for the grid pattern under the thistle blossoms. I think it was the first time I ever used it…though now I frequently demolish carrots with it to sneak them into my children’s pasta. Anyway…if Connery hasn’t buried this odd painting in the back of a closet or given it away, it’s still knocking about his private collection somewhere.
Humorously, I used to do a comic called Things Fall Apart for a local entertainment rag that featured Connery as a recurring character, and it was these comics he professed to like the best among my art. “The ones with me in them are the funniest” according to him. He might have something there.
I’m particularly proud of one image I drew once of him astride a unicorn with laserbeam eyes, riding next to Optimus Prime. Perhaps he treasured that one too. Sadly, I still haven’t gotten to meet the man after all these years. At the present time a big stack of my comics autographed with his distinctive (huge!!) signature are all I have…