This is my latest painting, which I am not entirely happy with, but go figure. I’m picky and quick to find fault with my work. This is called The Wounded Unicorn (being attended to by the Three Graces, a reaction to all those medieval tapestries showing people hunting unicorns and a follow up to my headboard project depicting the Three Graces freeing one.).
Oil on canvas…for now.
Preliminary sketch for the Zeus companion painting to the afore-posting of the Hera painting here. Pastel pencil.
Hera Icons - completed.
1st Look at the Hera Icon portrait project for a potential commission. Oil on panels.
The third of my ‘Flying’ series of paintings: Hermes catching a ride on a Zephyr. This painting emerged from a line in my novel The Hunter of the Dead, in which I mention Hermes catching the dragon tail of a Zephyr and hitching a ride.
Here you see two pictures of my tiny work corner in our not so big living room, which is where I’ve been producing all of the stuff you can see on my blog and at deviantart.com and artslant. It’s getting ridiculous how many paintings I have upstairs. I’m beginning to get paranoid that my ceiling downstairs is going to crack wide open and everything come down through it! Seriously!! Sooo, if you visit artslant or deviant art…or my etsy, artfire, saatchi listings, which you can likely find by searching those sites with my name and keywords like Apollo or Athena, and see something you like, PLEASE feel free to make an offer. I need to get this stuff out of here. Heck, if you even know of a gallery or some other venue where I can send an inquiry regarding displaying my work, let me know, send me a link. I have way too much artwork hanging around upstairs. Help me save my ceiling!!!
A casual companion painting to the Flying Apollo canvas - a third featuring Hermes hitching a ride on a dragon styled Zephyr coming soon - Cupid, Pegasus, Eros and Psyche on a lovely outing by the sea. Oil on canvas.
Better images coming soon: Cupid, Pegasus, Eros and Psyche - Flying. A casual companion painting to the Flying Apollo painting I did in 2013. Yes, I made Eros and Cupid into two separate entities, siblings, with Eros as the older of the two.
As a present, I did a replacement sketch of Hera in an Iconic style. This was done with pencil, pastel pencil, and graphite.
Sketch in pastel pencil, charcoal and pencil of a Hecate in a trance.
Oil sketch/study for a Hecate painting I hope to do soon.
Two more small oil studies for my Christmas stash of paintings: clouds captured on the flight back home in June. These were over Texas I think.
More small oil paintings and studies for my Christmas present stash: based on actual late winter sunsets earlier this year.
More small paintings for my Christmas stash this year. So far I’ve completed 26.
Another recurrent dream, one that is laced with both longing - for travel, and with anxiety - Where’s my passport? How did I get here?
All of them have the same unsettling blend of wishful thinking and your classic variety ‘I forgot something’ anxiety. Once in awhile I’m at the airport, and there is always something modernistic, if not futuristic, space age about the place, which is actually kind of cool. The destinations can be a jumble of memory - of more than one place or aspect that is either current or historical. This means they can look as I remembered them or have that time/place blending rundown aspect my ‘dream’ houses possess to an annoying degree. You know, I’ll walk into an old church and see frescoes and naves, but the roof might be missing and there’ll be exposed bricks and even rubble, as the Monuments Men might have seen in such places during WW2 in Europe. Or the place will be some funky combination of old world Florence/Firenze and the old Disneyland I remember from childhood in the 70’s.
Usually as I’m moving about these foreign places and ports, I’m wondering ‘How in the hell did I get here? I don’t remember taking a plane trip? Wait! I don’t have my passport? I didn’t pack any luggage either! Crud!’ It’s all maddening. I’ll enter some Italian underground aqueduct system and it’ll be structured - and smell like - the boarding point from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland.
At the same time, it’s kind of exciting because I know I’m near some of my favorite places from real visits: the British Museum or the Uffizi. I never go there in my dreams though, but am usually in some kind of hotel - never a fancy new one by the way - but something a little older, a little more eccentric. The weather tends to be greyish, cool late winter/early spring kind of weather, so I’m usually wearing my light jacket/field coat.
'Had a dream once where I was a passenger on a ferry, along with many others. Naturally, the passage was through some imaginary landscape passing in the far north, running east to west or vice versa, through a non-existent strait that cut across the northern half of Canada. The light, of course, was cool, the sky over-cast in a Pacific Northwest/Alaskan kind of way, and there were mountains with snow covered peaks on either side of this channel. I'm pretty sure we were traveling from West to East. I've been on ferries working the Inside Passage heading north and south form Bellingham, WA to Alaska and back, but the time of year and therefore the view was somewhat different.
There is something about the northern horizon that haunts me.