Friday, 21 December 2012

Man with the wind.

A pencil sketch. Using a Prismacolor Col-erase pencil. Obviously nothing surreal here, I'm just practising a bit of drawing.

Man with the wind. Pencil sketch.

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Memory Still Persisting. (Work in progress).

This is an unfinished work in progress. It is my tribute to DalĂ­. Based on his painting: 'The Persistence of Memory'. In my version, the ravages of time have scared the landscape - But memory still lingers on.

Memory Still Persisting. Acrylic on hardboard. 16" x 24".

Friday, 26 August 2011

Animal Instinct.

I have witnessed many animals exhibit human traits, and I've seen many humans behave like animals. Darwin's evolution has taught us that we're all related. The differences between us and the animal kingdom are FAR less that we arrogantly would like to believe (we are just another species of ape). I would say: 'There are no differences worth mentioning'.

Animal Instinct. Created using Bryce and Poser.
If I were pushed to say what our main difference was, I would say humans are the most aggressive of the animal kingdom. To get what we want we will destroy anything that gets in our way, even if that means destroying members of our own species. How else could we have attained our dominant position on the planet?

Fallen Angel.

There are many ways to fall. And this angel has experienced most of them. The final surreal collapse of  her cross brought her down to earth unexpectedly. As most falls do.

Fallen Angel. Created using Bryce and Poser.

Monday, 31 May 2010

The Tree of Life.

It was Buddha who said:

"A tree is a wonderful living organism which gives shelter, food, warmth and protection to all living things. It even gives shade to those who wield an axe to cut it down."

The Tree of Life. Pencil.

This is an unfinished sketch which doesn't yet have its main surreal element.

The ‘Tree of Life’ represents the family tree of mankind. The cause of its demise being the axe. The axe is a man-made tool, symbolising that mankind itself is instrumental in its own destruction.