An untimely end to our dear friend Mr. Peep as he succumbs to the mighty cocktail sword. Poor Peepsy so cute and sweet, exactly what did he do or say to piss off the chick with the sword?.. The world may never know.
Caught by the Farmer
Dead Chicken
Just Another Day at the Morgue
I tend to get a little gruesome this time of year. I believe there is a dark side of me that just needs to come out, especially with Halloween approaching… and I love Halloween. I have started a series of horrific and freaky paintings covering subjects from death and murder to the just plain weird. The first one I did I put on my blog a while ago called “Death Becomes Her”. I posted it a bit prematurely mostly to intimidate someone who thought she knew just a little bit more than me. Well, she didn’t! And she infused in me such a stir that the weird and creepy me has started to shine.
Vogue
Painting of a German Vogue cover. I love how this model seems so militant and fashionably sparkly at the same time. It just makes me smile :) I also love the gray and orange colors… Inspiration for fall indeed.
Lunch Anyone?
Why yes, I’d love some!
I have this on-line guilty pleasure. I follow this blog (Aspiring Kennedy) and have been living vicariously through this o-so-cute girl I don’t know, but would love to be. She travels, parties and chats about all things fabulous. This photo was on her blog one day, while she was blogging about having lunch at this cozy cafe. Using a sort of Field of Dreams philosophy here… ‘if I paint it… it will come’ I too would have this fabulous life. Well, I’m still waiting. Until then, I have the internet.
Purple and Orange
Finding Picasso
I was emailing with my daughter’s art teacher today and her email signature contained the following quote: “I finally realized I had painting down to a perfection when I could imitate what children drew.” — Pablo Picasso. Love that!!!
The above painting is a copy I did some years ago of Picasso’s “Child Holding a Dove.” Not quite the Picasso people would automatically recognize. That was one of the things that drew me to it. Doves are a recurring theme in Picasso’s work. His father bred them and many of his childhood sketches included them. Our paintings represent a return to thoughts of childhood and memories of his sister, and mine… of my daughter as a young girl (she had hair like that, only blonde).
After I read that quote I dug my painting out of the bevy of works I keep in the cupboard under the stairs. This painting hung for many years above my bed. Seeing it now makes me love it all over again. Maybe It’s time I put it back up.