Showing posts with label schizophrenia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label schizophrenia. Show all posts

Friday, March 02, 2007

Cat? Fight? Catfight!

My goalposts have shifted somewhat just lately, and I feel like I'm actually working towards a style of painting that is a somewhat unprecendented synthesis of all my current influences... Something quite dynamic that I really want to get right... my sense of perfectionism has erumped.

But I've done so many scribbly sketchy drawings that I'm nearly drowning in them... so even though they are scrappy and crappy and really I only want to show stuff that is PERFECT, I've decided to blog more of them, because it might actually help me to keep my house and my brain-files in order.

Todays theme is cats. Kitties. Kittycats. Catpussies. Pussykitties. Felinanators.




A lot of these are burmese.... you can sort of tell by the shape of the muzzle.





Test pattern kitties:





These are based on real lions, but I haven't pursued them very far yet...





Ed Benedict cat cute study business in evidence here:





I suppose these illustrate that I feel like sort of a fraud trying to draw or design or compose anything without really getting a feel for the anatomy and form...









This next one includes a little sketch of a Louis Wain cat:





I was familiar with Louis Wain from seeing his work pop up on the Antiques Roadshow. He has a strong gimmick which makes him collectable... he painted cats and he went mad. But when I looked into it online, I found it all much more engaging than I would have expected...

The early pictures were funnier and more eccentric than I had realised...





And the late schizophrenic ones ones were proper weird fractal hallucinatory visionary psychedelic hardcore stuff, gradually becoming completely abstract:





















Anyway, I'd better learn how to make pictorial cats wrestle, because I don't think I'm allowed to market the images of WWE wrestlers on Cafepress, because those guys... they don't own their own faces. And I don't have permission to borrow them neither.

Someone... I can't remember who, someone at art college once told me that Hulk Hogan had lost the copyright on his own face at one point. I've never really verified that this was technically true, but it certainly caught my imagination. That's sort of a digression from kitties, isn't it.

Anyway I hope to get some sort of cafepress store going soon. It seemed make sense. Prepare to buy chopping boards bearing images of my unborn ghostly manbunnies for your grandmother's birthday!










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