Showing posts with label dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I Don't Want A Dog

Both of these paintings are experiments. This one was me wanting to play with a more uniform color palette and rounded shapes. I didn't intend to from the start, but as I worked on it I realized I was subconsciously trying to get a little of Robert Crumb's wildly curved landscapes and slightly too-floppy figures in the mix. I've always liked the results of the more creative artists who illustrated the reading primers I had as a kid where the cheapness of the publisher limited the artist to work within one or two colors.

This other painting has been sitting around for a while. I wasn't even going to finish it and then I thought it would be a good chance to play with really heavy lines. In the end I don't know that consistently heavy lines are something I'll revisit for a while, but working on this did remind me that it can be fun to vary the weight of the lines since I'm using a nib pen anyway.



Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Lost In The Trees

This started as a goofy doodle of a dog with a grotesquely deformed (that's my favorite kind of deformed) foot while I was on the phone with my dad who is currently having foot issues. The dog also has a massive burrito, which wasn't related to anything in the conversation and if pressed I would have to admit that I prefer tacos to burritos even though sometimes the shell cuts the roof of my mouth. I'll write more about my recurring giant foods in another post at some point, once I figure it out a little more.


So I have my sad dog and nasty foot and gargantuan burrito and start tossing trees in the background. Not realistic trees (since I can look out my window and see those), but the trees that live in my mind. I'm pretty sure the Jonathan form of "tree" has been this way since I was a kid, and I am a weak writer for not being able to explain its origins. But it's a tree that looks like a puffball mushroom crossed with a sci-fi building from 1960s futurist art.


I'm going to see this crippled dog through to completion, but at the end of the day I have forsaken him in my heart for the forest behind him. I've been hooked on figures since I started this Spirals In Love thing (www.spiralsinlove.com, buy buy buy), but at some point I now want to fill up the biggest piece of watercolor paper I have with nothing but trees. It can be our little forest, and we don't need any dogs or burritos.