Whispering Buildings

Tall monsters quietly conferring with each other. Their skeletons are made of fire escapes, pipes, wires. I don't hear what they're saying just the wind whistling in between them.

Collage from "The Visit" series titled "Whispering Buildings"

Collage from "The Visit" series titled "Whispering Buildings"

Standing amongst tall apartment buildings that have a bullish, utilitarian presence. Once inside I feel like there should be some connection but it feels raw and hollow.

Painting "Whispering Buildings" in first phase

Painting "Whispering Buildings" in first phase

Strangely, by merit of their clumsiness, I still get a sense of character. Like awkward monsters that try to comfort each other, I paint them from the inside out. Their stairwells and heavy fire doors that go "swish, clunk"  sound like a labored breath.

Painting "Whispering Buildings" second phase

Painting "Whispering Buildings" second phase

Scraping around their insides trying to find the shapes of their souls; I bump into what holds them together and what they're made of but haven't a clue who they are.

Sleek, Shiny and Soft Surfaces

Searching for images through magazines. Looking for the pictures of the things I see out of the corner of my mind's eye. 

I see it, cars painted in glossy iridescent paint. Soft upholstery that purrs comfort. Glowing highlights of soft hair. Gentle curve of a long neck. Fragile, delicate pink.

Ironically, when I start to paint from the collage, my response is hyper, nervous. Brushes don't deliver the look I'm after. Grabbing the oil pastels, they give a scratchy, raw representation I find satisfying.