I've noted before that I'm fascinated by bones, skulls in particular. More than just the physical structure of them, but the metaphysical meaning behind them and the spiritual symbology they express. This, of course is all rather cliche and has actually been done to death. Heh. With that in mind, I was contemplating a way to make them less macabre, to steal away this symbology of death and imbue the bones with life and vibrance. This too has been done, of course, in the old world rituals of painting the bones of the dead with vibrant colors, in the more celebratory rituals that some cultures use to celebrate the deaths of family or societal figures. So, here is my meager attempt at livening up death with color. Celebrating life through vibrant death. Or vice versa.
It's cliche to say that my work represents parts of myself.
My work often lacks focus but makes up for it with passion.
It is prone to overcast landscapes and casual nudity.
In my work, I strive for an ideal I hold in my head. It's a difficult ideal to nail down, often mired in Impressionism but wavering into Post-Impressionism, eroticism, contemporary street with a goth tinge, scribbles. I digress. Often.