Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lazarus Among Us

In Some Blind Alleys, my translation of an extract from Jean Cayrol's Lazare Parmi Nous: http://someblindalleys.com/index.php/2011/07/05/from-lazarus-among-us/.
Non-fiction, concerning the dream-lives of the writer and his fellow inmates in the Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mauthausen-Gusen_concentration_camp).

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Beard

Old painting, acrylic and chalk on scrap wood, about four years old.





Saturday, May 8, 2010

Bird

The finished version of the piece a few posts down.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

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Old painting, with minor photoshop edits. Roughness achieved through liberal application of wire mesh.


Sunday, February 28, 2010

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Viscera (work in progress)

















I stopped using watercolours in my early teens because of what I perceived as their anaemic, watery lack of impact; so its only proper that I return to watercolours in order to paint guts.
(opinions welcome on which rotation you prefer.)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

New Light for Old Structures

                                      

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Monday, February 1, 2010

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Thing walks into a bar...


Headachey doodle done during a presentation. Alternative title: off your face.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

life-drawing exercise


(image by John Cage)

Now folks, just for a moment I'd like you to look away from the model, and I'd like you to close your eyes and imagine how the model might look if she was wearing a space-suit and floating around up there in space, attached umbilically to her mothership, and while the ambient trumpet music that I've provided for you tonight caresses your ears I'd like you to keep your eyes closed, and I want you to dip your index finger into the indian ink, and try to draw for me a tree, all the while keeping in mind the image of the model up there in space; right, now I'd like you to crumple up the paper you've drawn on, and set it alight, letting the paper burn for seven or thirteen or twenty-one seconds (I'll let you choose: art is freedom after all) and then pouring your paint-water over the flames. Now folks, when you uncrumple your paper you will see there an uncanny reflection of the model, or at least, a reflection of how the model has perceived herself in several of her dreams.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Life drawing Tue 19th






My best drawing of the night was sold to the model for some magic beans (well, sunflower seeds).

Wednesday, March 18, 2009