Part of a series on skulls and skeletons.
I've always been fascinated by skulls, and bones in general. Despite their representation as images of decay and death, their cold demeanor, the warmth of their colors always seemed rather contrary to that coldness. From ivory and white in fresher specimens, to patinaed and browned or even blackened by time and the elements, they've always intrigued me.
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.