Thursday, September 13, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
I once had a boss that would put a brochure in my mailbox at work for a training in New Mexico called "Art and Mental Illness." This training was held every year, and every year I worked for him, he would put it in my mailbox. He had an interesting/odd sense of humor and it was sort of an unspoken joke between us, because I never asked him why he did that; mostly because I think I was afraid that he thought I was mentally ill! Now that I am pretty sure that my intense urge to create things has some element of craziness, I am no longer fearful to know his intent. I know.
Girl With a Gun. She surprised me because she looks so much like one of the girls that I supervise at work. I draw the faces with no intention of a certain person, but they end up looking like people that I see every day. As the painting develops, it feels like opening presents on Christmas morning.