I remember in my first year painting class I had to paint a still-life of a group of oranges using only black paint. I asked if we should paint the shadows and my professor told me “no”. At that time that was the only way I understood objects. beside their color and since both those options were out I was at a loss. I don’t remember doing a very good job on the project, but I feel like I may have just found out why.

Still exploring realistic depictions though I feel an abstract calling that may rear its unique head.

Not sure how to go about it. My grandmother died yesterday. Throughout my childhood she was never found without a big grin on her face. She was a strong willed and proud woman. I have so many found memories at her home learning to draw and feeling calm and safe. It was hard to paint how much this moment hurts but as much as those times with my grandma are truly in the past I have grown to know and recognize the effects of age and, at least I hope, maturity. My ability to show my true self with pride and not to succumb to shyness is due to her. I can safely say her presence and the personality that made such an effect on me will be truly missed.

“You know Larry did it because it’s sepia toned”

 Ok though to be fair I had been wanting to design something yellowish for a while so this gave me my fix.

It’s a David Lynch kind of day.