13 March 2008
Not having a project(s) on your desk really makes you think about what kind of images you want to really make. These last few weeks, I've been slightly regressing into myself, trying to go through old memories or strong enough feelings that I've had since childhood. This scene is one of the warmest, and the first moment I began dreaming up my own stories. In our living room we were lucky enough to have an upright piano, which in all honestly was just for my sister Jane. The other six of us would just bang away on the cold, milky keys to annoy one another. (sidenote: My plastic horses would make the best noise when I ran them up and down the scale). As my sister would play, I'd lay on the floor and think of a story that went along with the melody. It was a lot of fun.
As far as the style of the piece, I brought back my old skool stylization of character. I used to do weird bulbous people in school. And you know what? Maybe I didn't get the best critique on these pieces, I always loved doing them. Above is one of them, and you can see over time, the watercolor layers start to crack a bit.