Monday, September 1, 2014

Clown #6 - September - Eve

...And now, for the 'better half' to join the pairing! Last month's 'Adam' was a gentle nudge in a few directions, with three symbols, including the Wary Evil Eye on his shoes.

Here, in all her glory - as I see her - and less gently, the infamous and vital force that we can call 'Eve':

'Eve', C6 September, Watercolor, 2014
'Eve', C6 September, Detail, Watercolor, 2014

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Clown #5 - August - Adam

This is a two-parter, in that, as the name might hint, his 'partner' will follow for the 1st of September. She will have her own gentle 'twist' as well. So, I might expound more officially on these two, once the 'better half' joins the show next month! Visit back...

There is the use of - gasp - symbolism, here. Three specific ones, to be exact.

With no further ado, I give you: Adam


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Monday, June 30, 2014

Clown #4 - July - The Arteest

I had only just finished C#3 in time for the beginning of June when I was setting up to doodle from Aaron Shiflet, founder of The Fulton Street Arts Cooperative, who was one of two models for our Figure Study day. I found my moleskine was hungry for attention, started taking down marks, and realized I was drawing the fourth Clown, unintentionally.

I've changed the face, so it is not Aaron, and I've altered some of the garb he was wearing, lending a neglectful, shabby, arguably 'starving artist's' disarray to the more classical, academic robe-jacket and scarf attire.
As an artist, it amuses me that he might paint on his clown white in an eye-mask shape, like a hero...or villain; we all have been known to indulgently label our skills as 'powers', admit it...
And he stands in a kind of inward-gazing daze, focused and committed to his craft, or tired and directionless, or tripping on an induced high, eccentric to the last brush stroke...The Arteest. I feel, in my lifestyle and experiences, I have the wiggle room to simultaneously poke fun at and soberly nod my head towards those sorts of fellow artists, students and masters, all.

Oh, the arteests!


Grant us all strength, and good luck to all of us. We need it.