a reply to: Anaana
Thank you. The wired and reclining nudes were painted galvanized iron wires and G.I. sheet cut into strips (so is The Runner), my two young daughters
twisted them beyond recognition. I don't know if they will be future artists or future art critics, they have the knack for messing with my work.
a reply to: geezlouise
Thank you, I appreciate it. Funny you say that, I tried to edit my initial post to "the good, the bad and the ugly" but it was too late. My original
plan was to post around 90 images, then cut it down to around sixty and finally to 31 images. I think I already reached my quota and will never again
be able to post another picture here on ATS, but I'm not complaining. So the really ugly and forgettable ones I leave out.
Regarding the two tangerine pieces, the face of the character was from a floor stain that caught my eye from the first house, actually it was just a
small room that my wife and I rented when we decided to live together. We're not married at that time. I sketched it, made a watercolor study and
developed it from there. The purplish book on the floor had a red I Ching painted on it's spine. I was addicted to consulting it during those years.
The pink scorpion had an omega symbol on it's back. Took a picture of it more than a decade ago with a film camera with a busted light meter then
scanned the album sized picture.
Ten o'clock pandemonium I sketched on a 2.5 by 4 inches scratch pad that I always carry around, we're on our way to my in-laws for the first time. We
bought the cheapest ticket on a ship, meaning we have to sleep on bunker beds side by side, . to foot with other passengers with our eldest
daughter who was about 2 years old at the time. We have 3 daughters. Try to imagine the place at 10 am and there you have it with a half-baked say
Rene Magritte flavor. After scanning the picture, I tweaked the color balance and contrast.
The portraits I can't remember drawing them, I doubt that I was sober at that time or if I use my left or right hand. It's all basically about
unloading baggage, maybe mine was bursting at the seams that needs unpacking.
I don't agree with artists that seem to force their own interpretation of their works to the their audience, to me it borders on pretentiousness. How
the audience interpret it, if they even find it worth interpreting, the art critics' and the artist's own interpretations are all equally valid.
That's what's great about art, the element of the unexplanable (paraphrasing Camus). In the end we can all ask ourselves the question if that really
is "it?" If we happen to be satisfied with an explanation because it makes sense or we're bombarded with esoteric stuffs that's way over our . from
the experts, again we have to ask, is that really it?
I love to dwell on gray areas and always try to leave a door or a window open so to speak. Life is ambiguous and that's what's awesome about it. So is
Maybe that's why I got hooked to cubism for years, it represents different perspectives simultaneously on a flat surface and there is also an element
of violence in abstraction and distortion but don't take my word for it. Sorry for the mini-preachy rant, well you asked for it. Anyways thanks for
a reply to: dreamingawake
Thank you, love the Dadaists! I love them so much that I went as far as stealing Richter's book Dada: Art and Anti-Art from the college library where
I failed to finish my course. Half-Imagined Conversation is just old magazine cutouts glued to linen paper, a homage to Schwitters?
I'll be looking forward to seeing your works.
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