If I am to commit suicide, my preferred choice of execution would be to leap off a building. After all, life’s a roller coaster ride. I may as well enjoy the last one in style, never mind the fact that I’m likely to end up looking like Howard Stern after falling from 70 floors.
Here’s how I imagine my feet to look like when I jump.
Getting Ready
Seconds Away
Being Free Again
All 3 pieces measure 7 inches x 5 inches each. Created with pencil and watercolor. Wet on Dry technique.
And just in case I’m freaking my dear friends out – NO, I’m not about to kill myself. I love my life too much.
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Absofuckinglutely brilliant Pat. You still owe me a painting from 2 Christmas back! But ok seriously, good job babe.
wah didn’t realise your toes were that big! gorgeousdear!
Thank you, both of you sexy bitches.
And yeah muffin, the next painting’s for you. Or do you want my foot? Take lah. Hehe.
You have man-feet. Good thing you don’t pick girls up by showing your feet. Or else you’d have no choice but to turn straight by now.
Hahahahahahahahaha……
This is why you qualified for Saint Martins, babe. I wish you had taken it up.
Nigel, maybe next year. Or maybe the year after. In any case, I will never lose my art, Saint Martins or not.
Like ballet dancing…
what is this
Absolutely gorgeous! I am so glad I followed the link. Thi shas been an inspiration today! Thanks.
It’s past 2am, so I do beg your pardon if I don’t make a lot of sense. There’s a glassine quality to your renderings that I’m particularly drawn to, which sets them apart from typical still-life drawings as well — especially the last one. It seems imbued with a very tangible sense of intent, as if there’s a million and one things to be said, all of which you’ve encapsulated in a freezeframe.
Kinda brings to mind the concept of ’sticky time’, which, in deference to my present brain-dead state, I cannot elaborate further; but if it helps, looking at these pictures evokes similar emotions as these two verses by Minnie Bruce Pratt:
Tell me/ how to speed time now/ how to slow it then/ when I call your name.
Yea. Something like that.
beautiful drawings but – no,no,no not off a building, surely. deep, deep sleep would be preferable I’m sure!
Pee, it is odd how you make perfect sense to me.
evon, Life is a dance, no? Mine isn’t quite like ballet, I’m afraid. Hip hop maybe. I like my Life to move with the beat, and yet defy gravity too.
Pat — yay!
nice painting
Excellent. In the storm of life we struggle through myriads of stimuli of pressure,
stress, and muti-problems that seek for a solution and answer. We are so
suppressed by the routine of this every life style that most of us seem
helpless. However, if we look closely to ancient techniques we shall
discover the magnificent way to understand and realize the ones around us
and mostly ourselves. If only we could stop for a moment and allow this to
happen.
bhattathiri I have no fucking idea what you’re saying.
i think bhattathiri was replying to a spam comment slash what is probably the world’s daftest manifesto posted earlier.
Ahh. The spam comment I promptly delete without reading.
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