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Friday, June 29, 2012

Venus Fly Trap

The predator waits patiently while its prey wanders about, unaware that danger lurks just inches away. Settling down to taste some sweet-smelling sap, the unsuspecting prey has made a fatal mistake. Swinging swiftly shut, the jaws of the predator close around its body. The struggle is brief, and soon the woman settles down to digest its tasty meal.



"Venus fly Trap" Acrylic on canvas 24x24


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Tuesday's Track


Holo 2pac mix
Track: I Wonder If Heaven Got A Stairway Artist: 2pac vs. Gramatik

Friday, June 22, 2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

Make it Available for All


"MOONLIGHT
Acrylic on 24x24 Canvas
Original Painting
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"IRONLAK STENCIL CAN
stencil on 100lb paper / 9x12 / Hand signed and framed 
3 colors left / Color will be chosen at random.
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"THE MONSTER INSIDE
Limited print # 28 / 12x15 / Hand signed and framed 
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"MERUS
Print / 12x18 / Hand signed and framed 
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"LOST GRASP ON REALITY
Print / 12x18 / Hand signed and framed 
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Friday, June 15, 2012

Rain Dance

A lot of my inspiration for some of my paintings had come from the Short Story "The Bet" by Anton Chekhov, this Story I first read in high school and impacted for life one of my favorite for sure. Here is a small part of that short story and "Rain Dance" Painting as it was inspire by this, enjoy.
At the table a man unlike ordinary people was sitting motionless. He was a skeleton with the skin drawn tight over his bones, with long curls like a woman's and a shaggy beard. His face was yellow with an earthy tint in it, his cheeks were hollow, his back long and narrow, and the hand on which his shaggy head was propped was so thin and delicate that it was dreadful to look at it. His hair was already streaked with silver, and seeing his emaciated, aged-looking face, no one would have believed that he was only forty. He was asleep ... In front of his bowed head there lay on the table a sheet of paper on which there was something written in fine handwriting.
     "Poor creature!" thought the banker, "he is asleep and most likely dreaming of the millions. And I have only to take this half-dead man, throw him on the bed, stifle him a little with the pillow, and the most conscientious expert would find no sign of a violent death. But let us first read what he has written here ... "
The banker took the page from the table and read as follows:
     "To-morrow at twelve o'clock I regain my freedom and the right to associate with other men, but before I leave this room and see the sunshine, I think it necessary to say a few words to you. With a clear conscience I tell you, as before God, who beholds me, that I despise freedom and life and health, and all that in your books is called the good things of the world.
     "For fifteen years I have been intently studying earthly life. It is true I have not seen the earth nor men, but in your books I have drunk fragrant wine, I have sung songs, I have hunted stags and wild boars in the forests, have loved women ... Beauties as ethereal as clouds, created by the magic of your poets and geniuses, have visited me at night, and have whispered in my ears wonderful tales that have set my brain in a whirl. In your books I have climbed to the peaks of Elburz and Mont Blanc, and from there I have seen the sun rise and have watched it at evening flood the sky, the ocean, and the mountain-tops with gold and crimson. I have watched from there the lightning flashing over my head and cleaving the storm-clouds. I have seen green forests, fields, rivers, lakes, towns. I have heard the singing of the sirens, and the strains of the shepherds' pipes; I have touched the wings of comely devils who flew down to converse with me of God ... In your books I have flung myself into the bottomless pit, performed miracles, slain, burned towns, preached new religions, conquered whole kingdoms ...

"Raindance" Acrylic on 24x24 Canvas
"Your books have given me wisdom. All that the unresting thought of man has created in the ages is compressed into a small compass in my brain. I know that I am wiser than all of you.
     "And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe you off the face of the earth as though you were no more than mice burrowing under the floor, and your posterity, your history, your immortal geniuses will burn or freeze together with the earthly globe.
     "You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.
     "To prove to you in action how I despise all that you live by, I renounce the two million of which I once dreamed as of paradise and which now I despise. To deprive myself of the right to the money I shall go out from here five hours before the time fixed, and so break the compact ..."
     When the banker had read this he laid the page on the table, kissed the strange man on the head, and went out of the lodge, weeping. At no other time, even when he had lost heavily on the Stock Exchange, had he felt so great a contempt for himself. When he got home he lay on his bed, but his tears and emotion kept him for hours from sleeping.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Tuesday's Track



Fuck windows' bing but this track is legit.
Track: Too Close Artist: Alex Clare

Friday, June 8, 2012

Just Let Your Inner Evil Takeover


In this collection and specially in this piece I really tested my self in developing the inner-thinking mind of a person and showcasing it out-loud for the world to see. "Trust in Evil".

"Trust in Evil" Oil/ Acrylic on 36x48 woodpanel

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

This Week's Muse

 For some reason no really good photos of Mexican Novela Actress Yadhira Carrillo


Friday, June 1, 2012

The Real Beginning

The real beginning of almost every painting is a great sketch, I'm a big fan of a good sketch it really strips the artist to the bare-bones and shows how talented he really is and show his foundation to a great painting. I almost never show my sketches for that same purpose I see so many of my fellow artists killing it way more advance than my sketches, but like all things no one really knows you until they see it all.

The sketch of the female in "Lost Grasp of Reality"

The Kat-Wolf sketch
"Lost Grasp of Reality" Oil/ Acrylic on 24x36 Woodpanel
Now to even push this a little further Art Takeover will have a sketch session this Sat at the Ross Akard Gallery come and sketch with us.

Sketch Session