View 1 of my first alien world. I have a couple of more views to post, and then i will be making other pieces.
I have been working on my painting, my abstract painting and I have some images. These are more complex than what I usually make. I’ve really enjoyed creating them. It is one painting at different stages and from different angles.
I will start with my two favorites, the ones with texture. I like the third one too, the one where I use the Golden Fluid acrylics, but I’m really loving texture right now.
All the paint is dry.
The one in the middle reminds me of a bacterial colony. The one at the bottom I call Rage. The one at the top I think I’m going to call Alone Time.
These are my latest adventures in painting, although I already have the canvases primed over again with gesso. Once the gesso dries and the base layers paint, I’ll get started again on something new. I think I’m going to start using hair combs to spread the paint around. And maybe an extra hairbrush if I can find one.
These were my next attempts at painting. I like the top one better than the bottom. The top one was created on a canvas panel and the bottom one was created on a small artist trading card. I’ve now used all the panels that I bought so I’m going to have to try to use some artist trading cards to get through for a while and give me some practice on a miniature scale. I do plan to go back to the art store soon though, and pick up some pearlescent pigments and high flow acrylics and some more panels. But I’ve always wanted to make little artist trading cards and I guess this is my chance. The one below did not turn out spectacular. I feel like I could have done more with it. Maybe I will once the paint is dry.
There is an impossible blue countess
leching in my fear mongering back yard.
See the heartbroken morning writhe in chains.
Noon is a brutal master.
Lovers are knives,
moan low in noon light.
Cold is curious-
Like this royal blue nobility of consciousness
pontificating on cold betrayal.
exacting private taxes on the air.
Oxygen is an independent element.
Yet shrieks when hydrogen is rended from it.
I am a neutron.
I am an imaginary number.
I am dark matter.
Light blows this way
a cheap exotic dancer.
And always the ultraviolet mafia
is skimming some off the top.