My Dad. A photo from his years touring and singing with the travelling circus shows back in the day. My love of music comes from this amazing man and the times spent on his knee. The other knee usually had a Gibson guitar on it lol x
‘Jazz is Art, Art is Jazz’ {redux}
Passion is no ordinary word.
No wet paint :) Image editing mode this afternoon..
Used my red right hand tonight to work on alternate ideas for this design..
I’ve learnt where art and life is concerned there’s liberation in letting go. Letting go of inhibition, letting go of fear, letting go of the past. Even the black balloons loose all significance and succumb to gravity. And you to gravitas. Let yourself go.
That time I illustrated an article on Kasey for a music magazine..
and of course there were those other times when painting did your head in..
Enjoyed the latest Marc Maron interview with Ben Harper and Charlie Musselwhite. So many good musical tales. Looking forward to chasing down their latest album together. I saw Charlie play once, but have only illustrated Harper..
‘City Lights’
Being overly observant is one thing, but really listening is just as important. In life as in art.
Studio and charcoal on canvas WIP (The Conversationalists).
Studio and canvas (Bird at Window).
The Impressionist show at the Gallery of SA was superb today. Feeling inspired as I take in the rolling parklands landscape whilst chasing a deadline for a poster design. Photoshop layer fun and that never ending argument in my head over font choices to come but the afternoon is young. Off to catch some live music later and maybe a fiji bitter or two ;)
Geeking out on Pissarro at the moment..