Happy Accidents

I may decide against my crazy idea to stop this painting with just the background finished, I reserve that right. But as of right now…I don’t know. I think it says more unfinished just like this than if I colored it all in. 

In art school I did a black and white sketch of an ash tray, then remembered that the assignment was supposed to incorporate a single color somewhere. I drew a half assed scribble of a dark yellowy color around the outside of the ash tray and hoped for the best. My teacher ended up being very impressed, saying that the little bit of yellow gave a vivid indication of the stink of the cigarettes and the yellowing of skin and teeth and so on associated with smoking. Score, right?

Anyway, this painting reminds me of that “happy accident” (thanks, Bob Ross). The color being everywhere and messy and dripping…but the artist, canvas and paint tubes being black and white, as if unable to capture all that color and channel it cohesively. Story of my life.

And now we’re going to make up an enchilada recipe. If it’s any good, I’ll post it tonight!

sometimes the silence guides your mind

I’ve been ruminating on this concept for a while, and now it’s beginning to take shape! Hurray! Although, this is always the scary part for me… I’m very comfortable drawing, but painting is another story. I enjoy the process (mostly), but there is an element of chaos to it too. Kind of like walking my dogs. I love my dogs and they’re super cute, but they pull on the leash, dart after rabbits, stop to sniff mailboxes, and just make pests of themselves in general. Drawing comes easily and I’m always in control, but then I long to incorporate color. Ideally I would choose something like colored pencils or pastels, which work well for me… But there’s something attractive about the layers and texture of paint to me. I can’t get it out of my head. Eventually I’ll allow myself to redo some of this stuff in another medium, but I already know how that will look. With paint it’s always a surprise…and I kind of like that. It’s like surrendering to the universe…

That’s a little what this painting is going to be about, actually. Getting covered in blobs of color and attempting to find some design in the muck. I lack the restraint and discipline to use actual techniques, after all. I sort of just assault a piece of canvas for a few hours until I’m tired and hangry. #livingthedream

On Any Given Sunday

I loooove painting eggs on Easter. But there’s little reason to when you’re a family of three adults who don’t actively practice any sort of religion. But I was still feeling creative so I took to some watercolor paper instead.


I can’t get this Sugar Zombie girl character out of my head, as you can see.

The initial drawing of her here was so sharp and I wish I had taken a picture of it or kept it as it was. But I wanted to try watercolor and once again found that it’s not really my thing. So I slapped some charcoal and whatever else I could reach on this and…voila. It’s very dark and although it’s a mistake I think it suits the mood. I’ll probably redo this at some point. Good exercise.


I also have this concept I have to get in color for a client. But I’m an artist so I can only be productive in small doses…