Hats on heads, no hats on beds.

hats on tables, originally uploaded by deepwarren.

I've started painting a bit more in the last few weeks. More because I brought a couple of canvas pads off ebay and discovered I really them. Painting on paper, is quick, minimal mess (well, for me) and it dries fast.

Using a lot of darmar varnish/turps and medium (about 1/3 each mix), to get a nice smooth drawing line. Trying too. it's a bit hit and miss, and I'm still overworking everything like there's no tomorrow.

About 7 years ago (pretty much the last time i did any painting, aside from some half-hearted attempts) I did a series of people wearing hats, and it's weird that I've ended up at the same place. Maybe it's just not quite finished yet.

And I'm trying to get large strokes. I just want to paint a big fuckoff painting for the lounge. It's harder to paint something like this than smaller for me. I think it's almost you have to embrace the loud brushstroke. And maybe that means a bigger paintbrush. More mess, I think. But needed, somehow. I've started on a little bundle of an old lady in her coat and hat. It's only 50x70cm, but if i can actually resolve that space, then I can go larger. Somewhere she's gone from dark to gradually lightening up, but trying to go too high-key. But she is wearing the very practical world of a hat and coat, while somehow has the air of being rather old fashioned. Will post pix of the work in progress at the end of today.

Ugly paintings

yellow couple, originally uploaded by deepwarren.

I've started trying to loosen up my painting style. It's normally overworked and tight, and in an effort to defeat this I've been doing some sketches based on old black & white photographs.

The photographs are from an exhibition at the Police and Justice Museum, that showcased old mug shots of criminals from the 1920-1940's in Sydney, Australia.

the oldest fantasy in the world

Tired, achy, worn-down 39 year old seeks to trade one weekend with his 20 year old former self. 20 year old former self will get a gut, thinning hair, bills, a honey-do list a mile long, a soul-killing job, and the realization that it's going to be another 26 years to retirement. Tired, achy, worn down 39 year old will get a flat stomach, chest and arm muscles, a full head of hair, and access to keg parties and tipsy 18 year old college women. More than willing to make this a permanent thing.

From the best of craigs-list

Somewhere out there is this happy day

From the the-glass-guillotine.blogspot.com/

ear, ear

fearless leader mk II, originally uploaded by deepwarren.

Tomorrow my fearless leader interviews me for my job. Again. There is something very wrong with re-applying for the job you are already doing.
One of the things abut new jobs is you don't know that much about it. Excitement, change and challenge loom on the horizon.

If i get my job again, well. There's nothing but the same old weather forecast. Sadly.

And now, *she says reaching for her mat. Yoga! The 40 day challenge continues..