Friday, January 29, 2016

Utopia and Dystopia

These were both done for a digital drawing class, our Professor having asked us to create our own personal Dystopia and then Utopia. For me, Dystopia would mean having achieved many things and yet being lonely, but my idea of Utopia is fairly simple-love.



Self Portraits

I often view self portraits as exercises in observational drawing, sometimes fitting in a quick charcoal sketch just to stay sharp. Two of these are actually digital line drawings done a year apart, and the other is a charcoal drawing I did hungover while wrapped in a sheet and looking in a mirror. I find it interesting that they all look more or less like me, and yet so different from one another.



Monday, December 28, 2015

Nothing Gold Can Stay (oil on canvas 18x24)



Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf, 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day 
Nothing gold can stay.

by Robert Frost