My latest work in progress. I did not touch the saturation slider–it really is this bright.
I'm having the best time working on this series. It feels sort of like these critters are painting themselves, and that I'm just a pair of hands along for the ride.
Each painting feels like a surprise. This is the first time that the idea of parting with work has given me a heart pang. It seems contradictory, since the process of making these was relatively quick and carefree when compared with the monster narrative works on paper that take me months to complete. But maybe it's because these are portraits and I feel attached to the subjects themselves. A little piece of me does feel like they're real. As a child I couldn't bear it (no pun intended!) if one of my stuffed animals was handled carelessly. Perhaps this is just a continuation of that particular crazy.
And here's a situation ripe for metaphors, similes, analogies and/or parallels:
Our bathroom faucet was acting funny, so our landlord got us a new sink. Notice that even though he is lovely, shiny and new, he looks a bit chagrined? That's because the installation of this one little faucet revealed a whole mess of old-house plumbing shenanigans. The whole town of Waltham is involved at this point, there are spray paint hieroglyphs and orange cones up and down our whole street, and this is what is happening right now in the front yard:
Anyone want to offer up a nice metaphor? Or a simile? Boston's Big Dig is a pretty obvious parallel.