July 3rd, 2010

breeden

I promised you a voluptuous rhino…

A very mixed media piece, 9 x 12, mostly because I still can’t get over the Gorman’s Rabbit painting. (It’s so rare that I like one of my own pieces…)

The problem is that I look at this and go…”Yes. Right. I like it. But…damnit…it needs to be HUGE.” There’s an impressiveness to sheer size, and when you’re relying on curve and shape and something frankly as bizarre as a shapely white rhino butt…yes. It needs to be about six feet tall. Or at least as tall as I can fit in my Vibe, and never mind that it will be exceedingly difficult to paint on something that size in my tiny jammed-to-the-gills studio, because goddamnit, I NEED GIANT WHITE RHINO BUTT!

…right, then.

Ahem. Original is for sale, prints are available–send a note on the price of the original, and you can order prints directly.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

breeden

Decoupage without Pants

Kevin walked in to discover me decoupaging torn pages to the 24 x 36 canvas I had secured for the next incarnation of this painting. (The largest size available without a much longer drive, and after and hour and some change with the glue, I’m not sorry…)

“You’re not wearing pants,” he said, which was true.  Actually, I was wearing a tanktop and a black lace thong, which sounds hot, except that I was hunched over a canvas in a position where any loose skin kind of hangs and glops, and in which nobody looks good, no matter how they’re built.

“Look,” I growled, “it’s just easier this way…” When you’re slinging that much liquid glue around, it gets everywhere, and skin sheds glue much easier than fabric.

The victims of my decoupage are an elderly history of 1857 England and a bargain rack horror novel so dreadful, so appallingly written, so weakly plotted and gratuitously gory, that I wanted to give it a chance to make some of itself by being part of a painting. It may not come out as a good painting, but it cannot possibly be worse than the novel in question, which made the screenplay of Dagon look like serious literature.

After a few minutes, I will apply clear gesso, and see if I can’t get a ground suitable to paint on.

Much later, there may be pants.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.