Still haunted by Picasso's "Picador", obviously.
And I'm still working on very vertical pieces.
One of the things I search for in my meditations and my art responses are the essential lines and shapes of things, in this case, a man in an action.
Because I lack the schooling, skill and craft for complex, detailed replication or compilation, I really just go at the surfaces with the simplest plan or goal and some paint.
I've been listening to a lot of music while I 'work' too, especially Moby.
I'm working in an unfinished room of the basement I live in.
For the last few weeks I've been painting with three gallons of interior house paint: white, black, red.
Instead of brushes or my fingers I'm using the free stir sticks you get when you buy a gallon of paint. In this case I've whittled my own stick out of part of one of the stir sticks.
I'm painting on pieces of brown butcher paper duct taped to what was part of my bed frame.
I spent two nights thinking about what kind of stick man to put down.
This is who I found.
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