Will Work For Wine!

Blondie (Debbie Harry) as photographed by Mick Rock and filtered through my paintbrush and brain

Yesterday I started painting at 7:30 am and took short breaks for three things....a quick lunch at 11:30, a 30 minute nap AND a walk to get a slice of cherry pie (shhh, yes....with ice cream) and then it was all WORKY WORK on new records for....The Wine Therapist. I'm having a solo show there in about a week. I think I clocked out around 8pm with a sore back and my right arm about to fall off.

And today....MORE OF THE SAME! WHEEEE!

The record above is one I just finished for the show, I've decided to not give sneak previews of them all to entice you to come see them in person. So take a good look at her and imagine what other vibrant artistic treasure will be waiting for you!

I'm out of coffee and drinking yesterdays remnants that have been microwaved. This makes me feel like a poor punk rocker. I need to take a break to go buy coffee today. The portrait commissions are done and they really helped me get in touch with my painterly side- looser brush strokes, forming 3D figures.

I've been thinking about the fact that it's been 2 years exactly since I left my job to do this and all the advances and strides I've taken in my work since then. Somewhere this year (probably while painting my millionth record or while doing a mural or something) I decided that if I stop thinking I can't paint something I might be able to actually paint it. So all the things I thought I really sucked at: CARS, PEOPLE, ANIMALS were thrust into my lap to paint and I think I don't suck at them. Eloquent eh? But let me tell you the trick, it's twofold...first don't think you can't paint it just start painting it, secondly don't look at it as what it is but break it down into shapes, colors, layers, etc. You take that mental block off your brain that you have to make this look like a dog or a person or whatever, it will appear and not have all your stress tied up into the strokes. Works for me anyway, try it. I've also learned that doing the stuff I thought I couldn't filters it's way into my own personal work in little ways. For instance -painting the VW bugs (Cars! I thought I couldn't paint cars!) as commissions for people made me subconsciously paint the Doodle Bugs. I'm pretty sure. And I painted them like little shiny bugs as if they had just come out of the car wash. : )

The VW Bug

The Doodle Bugs!

Some of the flatness is disappearing from the paintings as I fuse in some 3D forms. This is all because of my work at doing peoples commission work. Learn from it, incorporate it...move to the next level. It's like a video game!

Ok, more work to do. More records to paint. It's crunch time. Can someone please remind me to go get coffee today?

***More info pending on the Wine Therapist show as I get it***

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