Vanessa’s photo references for this piece were so inspiring that I set to work at once and finished the picture in a single sitting. We had discussed creating an abstract, and I still hope to do that; but this pose was so stunning that I steered in the opposite direction to create this realistic portrait.
Marci Among the Fairies
The first time I saw Marci, I immediately thought she looked like a fairy. This picture is proof that, at the very least, she associates with them. Maybe they have taught her some of their magical secrets.
Or maybe she has taught them. Who knows?
The Thinking Woman
When Marci got these wonderful glasses, I knew I had to feature them in one more portrait. They’re wonderfully expressive, don’t you think?
A while back, I wanted similar frames for myself. There were a handful available, but as they all had Harry Potter logos I declined.
Here’s a piece that’s closely based on a stunning image from photominimal.tumblr.com. Usually I use a photo only as a starting point, but this one was so exceptional I didn’t dare to make any significant changes.
The marvelous Milki is partially obscured by deep Baroque shadow, her facial expression difficult to read. Is she lost in meditation, daydreams, visions? Is she inviting us to look at her, or has she even noticed us?
This is a moody and mysterious piece that welcomes individual interpretation.
It’s a pretentious, archaic word meaning four. I had not yet entitled anything with a Q and decided it was time.
Here is another set of gesture drawings assembled into a montage. These reveal my roots as a cartoonist in their exaggerated posturing. Four different models with different physiques (and hairstyles) are represented, and the whole thing is painted in primary colors suggestive of Matisse.
Haylienoire, with Red
Here’s my first collaboration with the remarkable Haylienoire, who is equally talented before and behind the camera.
I am not certain how that weird red highlight entered the picture. Sometimes I wonder who’s actually painting these things.
This is a silly illustration for the 1871 poem “Calico Pie,” by Edward Lear. A few of the verses:
The little Birds fly
Down to the calico tree:
Their wings were blue,
And they sang “Tilly-loo!”
Till away they flew,
And they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!
Under the tree are Lear’s own sketches of himself and his cat, Old Foss. In the background, the Owl and the Pussycat sail quietly by: Soon they will arrive at the land where the Bong tree grows, where they will encounter a Piggy-Wig with a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose.
But I haven’t painted that picture yet.