A creepy fisherman that bares a strong resemblance to a scarecrow rows a boat and pulls a hug fish out of the water with his fishing line. A solemn man child of a diminutive stature dressed in 19th century garb watches on from inside the boat.
Allegorical drawing featuring elephant. Based on dreams, fairy tales, fables. Muted colors with some jewel tones.
A beautiful yet neurotic actress flits from behind the curtain unsure of how she will be received.
Based on Aesop Fable, an anthropomorphic mosquito woman dressed in 1920’s garb, stings a fox repeatedly. In the fable, another fox offers to help the suffering fox by shooing the other mosquitoes away; he refuses by saying, leave them, at least they’re well fed. The new mosquitoes that will come will be hungry and will bite him all over again.
Dressed in fashionable eighteenth-century costume, she gazes at us coquettishly with reptilian eyes in a windowless interior at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Like an abandoned space in the recess of a mind, she seems to be part of atmospheric scribble. To the left, the presence of another is denoted by the long shadow cast upon her dress.
Where are we when we are looking at her; is she threatening to us or threatened by something else at the same time?
Based on Aesop’s Fable “The Crow and the Swallow”. The story goes; a Swallow was once boasting to a Crow about her birth. "I was once a princess," said she, "the daughter of a King of Athens, but my husband used me cruelly, and cut out my tongue for a slight fault. Then, to protect me from further injury, I was turned by Juno into a bird." "You chatter quite enough as it is," said the Crow. "What you would have been like if you hadn't lost your tongue, I can't think."
This fable annoyed me so, I had to make the painting. The swallow was at fault for mentioning her misfortune? I suppose sympathy or compassion would be too much to expect.
In my painting, the crow is actually sitting on a mythological bird with angry teeth and ironically a huge tongue. I wanted to represent something more hideous than an aberration of a recognizable version of a crow, as the response to her story was so vulgar to me.
Shock, anger, disbelief, fear, and hatred. A stunned silence will only last a few seconds before emotions erupt all over again.
A prehistoric dinosaur is surprised that his meal has not been digested as planned. The "meal" on the other hand is delighted to see daylight, regardless of being reduced to a skeleton.
As with so many of the antiquated machines of society that devour individuals and spit them out, the victims are often unaware of the role they play. In fact, they're convinced that being a part of the ritual is better than other alternatives they cannot imagine.
A young woman is lost in her own thoughts, baths in the rays of sunshine on a shoreline while a bizarre oversized red pig leers lecherously at her.
In the vein of the predatory symbolism I've drawn from in pop culture, this work explores the nature of female sexuality and attention, aggression and danger that becomes linked with it.
The domestic robot "Rosie" has gotten her hands on a rifle. How did that happen? It doesn't matter now that the gun has gone off. The damage is done. She's stunned, the dog is shocked. Who is going to clean up this mess?
The further we become entangled with artificial intelligence, the question begs, are we ready for it? We, as a society, have some awfully pragmatic problems that we haven't solved. Are we ready to throw A.I. into the equation?
A creepy fisherman that bares a strong resemblance to a scarecrow rows a boat and pulls a hug fish out of the water with his fishing line. A solemn man child of a diminutive stature dressed in 19th century garb watches on from inside the boat.
Allegorical drawing featuring elephant. Based on dreams, fairy tales, fables. Muted colors with some jewel tones.
A beautiful yet neurotic actress flits from behind the curtain unsure of how she will be received.
Based on Aesop Fable, an anthropomorphic mosquito woman dressed in 1920’s garb, stings a fox repeatedly. In the fable, another fox offers to help the suffering fox by shooing the other mosquitoes away; he refuses by saying, leave them, at least they’re well fed. The new mosquitoes that will come will be hungry and will bite him all over again.
Dressed in fashionable eighteenth-century costume, she gazes at us coquettishly with reptilian eyes in a windowless interior at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Like an abandoned space in the recess of a mind, she seems to be part of atmospheric scribble. To the left, the presence of another is denoted by the long shadow cast upon her dress.
Where are we when we are looking at her; is she threatening to us or threatened by something else at the same time?
Based on Aesop’s Fable “The Crow and the Swallow”. The story goes; a Swallow was once boasting to a Crow about her birth. "I was once a princess," said she, "the daughter of a King of Athens, but my husband used me cruelly, and cut out my tongue for a slight fault. Then, to protect me from further injury, I was turned by Juno into a bird." "You chatter quite enough as it is," said the Crow. "What you would have been like if you hadn't lost your tongue, I can't think."
This fable annoyed me so, I had to make the painting. The swallow was at fault for mentioning her misfortune? I suppose sympathy or compassion would be too much to expect.
In my painting, the crow is actually sitting on a mythological bird with angry teeth and ironically a huge tongue. I wanted to represent something more hideous than an aberration of a recognizable version of a crow, as the response to her story was so vulgar to me.
Shock, anger, disbelief, fear, and hatred. A stunned silence will only last a few seconds before emotions erupt all over again.
A prehistoric dinosaur is surprised that his meal has not been digested as planned. The "meal" on the other hand is delighted to see daylight, regardless of being reduced to a skeleton.
As with so many of the antiquated machines of society that devour individuals and spit them out, the victims are often unaware of the role they play. In fact, they're convinced that being a part of the ritual is better than other alternatives they cannot imagine.
A young woman is lost in her own thoughts, baths in the rays of sunshine on a shoreline while a bizarre oversized red pig leers lecherously at her.
In the vein of the predatory symbolism I've drawn from in pop culture, this work explores the nature of female sexuality and attention, aggression and danger that becomes linked with it.
The domestic robot "Rosie" has gotten her hands on a rifle. How did that happen? It doesn't matter now that the gun has gone off. The damage is done. She's stunned, the dog is shocked. Who is going to clean up this mess?
The further we become entangled with artificial intelligence, the question begs, are we ready for it? We, as a society, have some awfully pragmatic problems that we haven't solved. Are we ready to throw A.I. into the equation?