[acrylic, sharpie, graphite, collage, and foraged paper from flyers on the street]
Trying to draw and collage in a way that evokes the magic I felt hanging out in my dad’s old shed as a kid where he used to do band practice. Graffiti on bare drywall, dirtied gig posters, musty vinyl records, worn artifacts of a past I wasn’t a part of, moss, dirt, mold, and water damage. My childhood play and imagination were largely built around these remnants of the hometown alternative culture that he was once a part of. They felt like sacred ruins full of artifacts in a way.
I’m trying to see if I can return to the way it felt to be in those places when I only understood them in the abstract. When my dad’s stories of his punk days hit my mind in the same way fairy tales might’ve excited other kids.
I think I’m getting close to rediscovering that magic in full. It’s an ongoing (and very layered) process.
been really digging deep into my sketchbooks lately. trying to understand my approach to abstraction before i pursue works on loose sheets of paper. letting myself get free and dirty in ways i used to be terrified of years ago. I’m learning to let myself get into trouble and find my way out.
making myself grimoires. spellbooks for paintings i guess. all part of my beautiful little gay teddy bear witch LARP.
Between taking time off for MFF and there not being a lot of hours at my day job at the end of this month things are going to be a bit scant for me financially so I’ll be posting some more originals for sale
