A lot has happened for me. I fell in love, got married, had a son. I did draw quite a bit but I didn't bother to scan anything and upload.
The truth is I really did have the time for it. At some point I just began to feel like I didn't have anything to say. Everything I created was an exercise. There was no life in it or it played like the memory of life and not life itself. I can't decide which now.
Much of that hasn't changed. My opinion about what is worth saying has. I will continue to make marks on paper and canvas no matter what. Sharing that with others has enriched my life. I don't assume for a moment it has the same effect on others. I think for some, visual language isn't much different than written or spoken. We just pick up what is best able to communicate what we wish to communicate.
I speak at great length about the most inane, boring, old bullshit you can imagine. It rarely occurs to me to NOT do that. However, when it comes to drawing out a thought or mood I weigh it carefully in both hands and consider it. It's ridiculous.
So I fully intend to make an effort to upload some beautiful sketches of people doing the laundry. Or maybe a painting of the one time when I was 16 and got arrested for being somewhat near to a place I wasn't allowed to go. In the grand manner, 'Let me tell you what it's like processing warranty claims on the phone for a living. It's MURDER' oil on canvas.








Thank you very much. The problem is that the site you recommended seems to be dead.
I see you have some new staff, I'll check it... sorry, I was away for a long time...
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Thanks for the comment
luvz,
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forget me not, or iŽll forget myself.
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it is good to hear from you as well
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