painting loosely inspired by the Stele of Revealing (a.k.a Stele of Ankh-af-na-Khonsu), as well as my perverse amusement with garishly saturated colors
"The Groom Is Still A Virgin" acrylic, I think I did it in 2009. I got to hang it in Mars Bar before the evil mayor swallowed it’s soul.
I did this one afternoon last summer as Eric was napping (our building sure as hell isn’t warm enough for anyone to sleep in the nude around now), because I was struck at how completely beautiful he is, and had this uninterrupted time to study every detail of his form…yeah he can be a deep sleeper. Luckily for me he likes the painting and is ok with me sharing it in with my other work, which is as close as I’ve come to convincing him of how beautiful his form is…he says he can “see where I see that from this painting.”
Alchemically speaking, about the idea of moving towards a more universal gender identity through unity. Which I don’t have too much time to write about this second :p
Completely Safe For Great Work, if not corporate exploitatative work.
I had no ideas in my head whatsoever for a painting. My meds got adjusted and I’ve spent the day in logy, depressed, medicine head hell. And these are low doses, the higher doses that I used to get in the city hospital mightn’t have been the safest. But still. I’ve had to lie down several times. I couldn’t focus on any of the projects or chores I need to get done, so I just began to paint. I had no ideas about it and this is what turned up in execution.
When I was a kid I had a space between my teeth. My mother paid to have it shoved together saying “You may think it’s cute or sexy now but in the long run you’ll be grateful it’s gone.” I wasn’t at an age where I was thinking of things being “cute” or certainly not “sexy” just yet. I just liked the way it looked, and I liked that I didn’t know anyone else with teeth like that. So now in the long run I wish I still had it but can’t afford to put it back, and don’t even know if they have a way to do that.