Art is undefinable. Any efforts to place definition brackets around art are gatekeeping and I want no part of it. An individual artist may well have a statement of vision, purpose, intents, and themes. I do… sometimes.
I like drawing faces, hands, and bodies. I somewhat enjoy animals. After 25 years of drawing and painting, mostly in oil on canvas, lately is digital mixed media, I’ve so often skipped landscapes, environments, structures, objects, and the paraphernalia and artifacts which ground a composition. This glaring weak spot is a combination of laziness and lack of interest.
Since it wasn’t easy to do right away and I didn’t get any attention from my efforts, I quit trying.
right?
Instead, I fuck around. I play. I free draw with a sense of the themes and forms. I have several recurrent ones lately.
- The shitpost – doing something that makes me laugh.
- The lewd – doing something I find hot in a weird way, always weird
- The critique – repositioning the gaze to subvert expectations, position subject autonomy, criticize scrolling/viewing/ocular acquisition of body with eyes.
- The cute – just cute and colorful
I offer these images as prints for sale and on merchandise of so many types via Redbubble and canvas originals. Still, I can’t really make a sale. I’m not sure why. Sharing to social media didn’t help at all. Anyways, here’s some new pieces up on the store.
