A self-portrait in ink on linoleum. I don’t have a printing press, so I haven’t made a print of this yet. This is a scan of the cut linoleum with ink rolled on. The rest is simply shady.
“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion
This is number 6 in my ‘Date night‘ series—drawings of people I’d love to spend a few hours with. Imaginary meet ups with unlikely people across time.
Portrait of Yuval Noah Harari
Michael slapped with a fairly small fish.
Another oil sketch
Portrait of Andrew Stacey. This is the first time I’ve used oil paints in a long while. There’s a bit of a Neapolitan ice cream vibe with this one.
A private commission reworking of ‘Chomsky can blast it out at will’
A picture of John Butler—in ink, pencil, graphite & gel pen.
“When I was 12 I wanted to be a real man: an old man with a beard, sitting at a table with a huge book full of wisdom. And what did society hold up to me for my admiration? A golfer, a boxer, a man who ran quickly, a soldier, a lawyer, a tycoon, a motorist, a pop star, a footballer. Into what kind of madhouse had I been born? And what have I become? A child, witlessly pouring out whatever enters my head. I am a madman and people gather to watch me make a fool of myself. I am not a role model. This is my protection and my security. I still long for the table and the book. The smell of an old man and an old book. The afternoon light fading.”
Ivor Cutler — ‘A Real Man’.