Self Portrait
From an older photo when I still had short hair, which was utterly torturous for me given my absolute hatred of haircuts, hair salons and most especially those plastic capes they always snap far too tightly around your throat.
Self Portrait with Glasses, charcoal plus a bit of graphite on paper, 2012.
I have a thing for paintings of beets. And red onions. I have no idea from whence this small obsession of mine originates, but it’s there and I go with it.
This is a watercolor I did of beets
Source: eatsleepdraw
I am an Artist
People are frequently outraged over the price of fine art but when you consider the hundreds of hours (or more) spent working on a portrait at what ultimately amounts to far less than minimum wage per hour, the cost of the paint and canvas, the cost of having said work framed, and finally, the need to bulk up that price you’ve set for a given piece to allow for a gallery’s 40-75% commission on the sale price, it all makes perfect sense. And as an artist, whether I sell or not, I remain dirt poor and I still make nowhere near what the effort that has gone into a given painting is actually worth. How could anyone put a monetary value on the tiny piece of their soul painted into every work they make?
Source: linearskies
I’m Going to KILL Him, I Swear!
Men: The reason women become lesbians. Or cloistered nuns.
