I am whiplash green and not a Spartacus in shades of brown.
Metamorphosis occurs with insects, but rarely in human beings, unless I am watching a horror film or drawing. When doing an illustration, I am liberated to take a self-portrait and push up or down.
Metamorphosis. “Tommy can you hear me?“.
Most routines are safe in my hands, while genomic disarrangements bring out the artist.
I wasn’t able to continue a long string of daily sketches because of a freelance job. Yesterday’s project took the entire day, which depleted my energy to illustrate. Sometimes, working for someone else will do that.
Sculpture of muscle and skin, light and dark; smooth plains. As much carving as possible, without hammer and point.
Sunday night selfie. Gritty selfie. Thrown on the street and driven through the muck.
Such a bad boy, Barry.
Hash smash. Criss-cross, bang bang! I’m all about some rhythm.
Saturday night I guess is “selfie night” and now, a tradition. I like doing them because illustrations of one’s self are enemy number 1. I hate the line of the nose or curl of the ear. Nothing is perfect my mind’s eye.
Might as well be a “Saturday Night Massacre”. Bang.
This illustration is something new for me. I have not used a pen, only pencil and paint. Very liberating and fluid.
Somewhere along the way, I became inspired to follow through with less line and more color.
Fun and expressive.
Wow, I’m tearing it up tonight and ripping the results. I decided to steer clear of any ink and shape the image with Prismacolor and paint.
Sensual moment to myself.
Originality and a borrowed lyric, brought me around. “I get excitement at your feet”.