This painting is way too small (3x4 feet). I was talking about it today with a fellow artist. Some paintings just need to be really big. And with it’s relation to Rock N’ Roll, they pretty much are begging to be huge, so they can scream out to you. Bigger is just better in my mind. Although I do appreciate the really small (so cute). And if I do a painting that is medium sized, I make up for its inferiority by slapping on a bunch of paint. Then it becomes an entirely different creature. It’s what the last series was about, but not this one. I meant to bring my hand back into the process, a little more finesse, and damnit, that’s what I’ll do. This painting is building up quick though. It’s not even that small. I decided to give up on it now. Some paintings are just stepping stones. The first ones usually are. I could try and make a decent painting out of it at least. For now I’ll get ready for another. More thinking involved now. Got some crappy painting out of the way. There was another step in the middle of the two, but I must have thrown out the other one by accident. Trust me, it looks alot better on the computer than in real life.
"I believe being a painter is a very special privilege; it is a joy to try to be apart of the long and enduring tradition of the language of vision."
-Wayne Thiebauld
"Don’t damn me when I speak my piece of mind
Cause silence isn’t golden when I’m holding it inside
Trash collected by the eyes and dumped into the brain
It tears into out conscious thought now tell me who’s to blame"
-Axl Rose
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