thoughts on being cryptic
Social media. It generates so much stress. Eating food used to be so much simpler before the issue of photographing and sharing it came into play. Weddings once could be declared legal in the sight of God and men without a wedding hashtag to prove it happened. (I've heard this is true, but historians could be misinformed)... but now... now every waking moment is an opportunity (at least in my world) for sharing, judging, comparing, improving. We have entered an age of not only social sharing but of competitive sharing.
And in the midst of all this competition, I am afraid I've become a bit cryptic. So, lets A. assume you follow my instagram account and B. dispel some of the confusion you may have about what I've been posting.
Starting with the above. Here is a sketch freely baring her breasts with the pride and confidence of a beast in the wild. "What is going on here?" you ask. "Where is the fashion?"...
Well, my friends, I am and always have been very into the human nude. As a art subject. Not as a sex addict. Just to be clear.
I love fashion illustration, but in order to make believable fashion figures, you need to know exactly where the belly button is beneath that statement belt. Or how the collarbone connects to the muscles of the neck.
Underneath your clothes there really is an endless story and it begins with how amazing the joints in your wrist are and how they create the most beautiful, bizarre line sloping and dipping and piquing just so from the tip of your pinky to the totally amazing and illogical shape of your elbow.
So, with all this in mind, I've started exploring painting nudes. And I want to sell them to you. But not until I'm ready. I've become something of an expert on selling my fashion illustrations. I've learned through years of trial and error, how to price this type of work, how to market it, how to present it, how to ship it to you... everything is running like a well oiled machine.
I'm still figuring out how to assemble the nude machine. (I could quit my day job and start naming alternative acoustic bands for a living, don't you think? #NudeMachine) And until I have the nude machine up and running, the only place to drink in the majesty of my painted human form will be on instagram.
I do hope to have these available for sale in the coming weeks and am curious and eager to hear what you think. So stay tuned, and get ready to get naked in 2014.