Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts

Monday, May 3, 2010


Blessed be the day that I finally see an Egon Schiele creation. His paintings/sketches are raw, intimate, sensual, erotic and crude, sometimes confrontingly cruel, sadistic and narcissistic. Above all Schiele challenges our understanding of beauty and the human form. I was intrigued to learn how Schiele used Rodin's technique of 'continuous drawing'. He would sketch while never taking his eyes off his subject, contributing to what becomes visceral spontaneity on framed paper. I tried such a technique at home and was rather content with the results, it helped me separate my often destructive strive for aesthetic perfection from emotive expression.
Nu Assis 1910


"To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life."

"Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal."

"At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants."


Thursday, April 29, 2010

Yvette Molina


I love that Molina can disregard the traditional square canvas for rounded shapes of aluminium of which its sheen adds to the serenity of her depictions of the wilderness. The circles she often uses to frame her paintings, I think, are more than relevant to her subject matter. Circles seem to express a close affinity to the natural world; the infinite cycles of life, death and decay, the interconnectedness of all living things.




Friday, November 13, 2009

levy dhurmer

Saturday, July 11, 2009



martine emdur, overly beautiful.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

For Madison Emily Kelly







Work of Edgar Degas.
I don't have the links 'cause I'm rebellious like that.

Monday, May 11, 2009

liberty and what not



2nd attempt at oils. It's only on a sheet of canvas so If i'm remotely happy with it in the near future, I'll have to look into framing it. I tried experimenting with paper ripped from a story book pasted beneath the paint hoping maybe to have bits of the text show through. However, thought better of that and tried to rip it all out. So then it decided to go all rough amd gross on me in the back ground. I've learnt my lesson. But in saying that, i feel like everytime i put brush to paint to canvas, I'm improving, and its nice to know that. I haven't thought of a title either. . .

Tuesday, April 28, 2009