Page Three - Self
Portraits Continued.
Portraits Continued.
| July 2005 was the year I began creating a News Letter for the Home Depot team. Here it is almost a year later and I've found that the cartoon character I've been working with since its beginnings is only an extension of myself and my emotions throughout that period. This month, May of 2006, I decided to create a series of pieces depicting me and that character, Homer, working side by side. |
| Kind of how I feel when I'm working on the Home Depot Newsletter. I'm always in search of new and entertaining idea's for the letter. Me and Homer that is. I created this image for the April issue of the letter. |
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| the mad monster maker from the village in the middle |
Gosh has it been so long since I've added anything to this website.
Here are some pictures I've drawn.
January 18th, 2009
Here are some pictures I've drawn.
January 18th, 2009
The good thing about art is that
allows you to express yourself in
a very unique and descriptive
way. Here was one of those
very blue times within myself. Things haven't be going well as of late. Wish I could say that
art made things easier to cope with. Sometimes all it does is amplify the issues.
allows you to express yourself in
a very unique and descriptive
way. Here was one of those
very blue times within myself. Things haven't be going well as of late. Wish I could say that
art made things easier to cope with. Sometimes all it does is amplify the issues.
| I completed this piece yesterday and I added this picture today, February 26th, 2009. This is a particularly downhearted point in my life. My wife is out of work. I'm trying to sell my work and as of yet, I've yet to hit a market that considers my work of having enough appeal and worth that makes any piece worth owning, through its purchase. It's more than a sign of the times. It's a sign of the hole I've dug for myself, that is almost to different to be appreciated or even observed as a viable and true as a piece of art. I'm wondering about my own worth, and if I'll ever be shown or appreciated for who I am. Do I have to be someone else to get noticed. It's a heart break for me, in all I do and all that I think. I continuously have dreams of being surrounded by insects and rodents that consider me only as some inanimate object that can be considered as something to goes unnoticed or even there. At least I keep on trying and telling myself, that someday someone will notice, just keep on truckin' and things will fall in place. They just have to fall in place. And then I wake, and all is the same. Another day, another struggle, another hope, another failure ... another. |
