Something that's been bothering me lately is the tendency of others to always make art about money. Before I go any further, I want to clearly state that I'm absolutely in favor of artists of all mediums being compensated fairly for their work, and that the above statement is relevant to a specific phenomenon I've... Continue Reading →
I've made this "Valkyrie" (or Norse female warrior) t-shirt design available on Teespring. (The mock up above is different in scale than the actual shirt, due to print limitations, but I like the Teespring link better.) The text on the back is a bit of verse from Darraðarljoð, or the Weaving Song of the Valkyries,... Continue Reading →
The deepest hours of night pale in comparison to the abyssal depths of the artistic mind--a place where things unsafe and unmeant to be lurk waiting to be given life, shades of the horrors of Man that fortunately find little more than glimpses of life as a sparks extinguished as rapidly as they ignite. And... Continue Reading →
Turned out another charcoal piece this evening: Boris Karloff as The Mummy. 24"x18" charcoal on paper.
I'm slowly working through a series of charcoal portraits. Last night's bout of insomnia had me spend some time with Vincent Price.
This is a charcoal portrait of Pablo Picasso that I was doing. Technically, it's a work-in-progress, but someone who saw it in this state fell in love with it and ended up buying it as-is. This isn't the full piece; it's actually an 18"x24" piece, with a lot of my grid marks and pencil... Continue Reading →
But for the soulless spirit I pour out, there’s only now the faded blood stained page, a work of fire that offers only doubt, in motion on an empty unlit stage. And when the music rises with the lights and waiting players silent take their mark, I pray a simple whisper in the night that... Continue Reading →
Shadows dancing on canvashold the light in silhouette,a halo of chaosinviting immersionin a captured momentilluminated bya frantic, artful strokeof controlled intoxication.