the spectacle of advertising

the spectacle of advertising, originally uploaded by Lenbuster Syftningsfel.

Yep, we're so in love with the picture that it's going to kill us one quietly selfish day at a time. It's hard now to do anything without seeing it through a camera. And I'm an obsessive about it. I've done it for so long, that it feels normal.

And this anti-image is the ultimate image. How cool will people look walking past this big type. You want to see it double the size; big enough that the meaning of the words drop away.

Love. It's the craziest thing.

Brian is an infatuated man. I find it so hard to understand. Where is the fun in having someone not love you. Why would you chase that? 
http://courthouseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/inner-inner-inner-inner-inner-beauty.html

How long can you play the denial card, or is the point to self-destruct before you  have to?

Hat, suit and tie

Hat, suit and tie, originally uploaded by deepwarren.

sketchy sketch that wasn't sketchy enough.

When in doubt, paint what you know

Oil on brown paper. Approx 50x70cm

I think he's listening to her heart. Or maybe just resting on her bosom. Boys I know are fond of singing a song of which the line 'everyone needs a bosom for a pillow' is about all they can remember. And it's a strange concept. You wonder somedays if you could just detach your boobs and pass them over and go about your business, leaving the boy at home sitting on the couch with the bosom.

He can reach out and grab it occasionally just to check it's still there. For cranky days, it would be a good solution.

This is a draft on brown paper. It's dressmakers paper and is great to scribble on as long as the paint stays nice and runny. Good from a scrambling paint sort of view. Not good for  anything with depth. And because it's not primed, you can just rub it back when you have finished or the paint is just all wrong. Found the paper in our rubbish room downstairs. Someone had decided that the world of dressmaking wasn't for them. Their lost, my gain.

Lady in coat

balcony pictures, originally uploaded by deepwarren.

She's coming along, although I think I prefer the dark gloomy vibe rather than the bright blue that's sneaking in from the top. At the moment I'm gettting into her feet. It's the yellow light behind them. I'm working on top of a cheap canvas I brought at Recycled Garabge (a re-use co-op) for $3. It seems a little rude to paint over another painting, but really that's the risk you take. Nobody ever has quite the respect you think they would.

I started working on this and realised that I own no big paintbrushes. It's handy to vary the size of yr stroke. Stops everything becoming a bit same-same.

So wandered off to the artstore and discovered that even the cheap arse big brush was 60 bucks. Well. Brought a much cheap, slightly smaller weird looking one to try out for $16. Seemed more sensible. Am considering new and exciting ways to justify buying expensive paintbrushes. The normal way would be to sell a bloody painting :)