“Saturday 9:15 AM” 30 × 40 inches, Oil on canvas
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
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While developing this painting, I wondered whether I should be nude or wearing underwear. Would covering part of my body make me seem more vulnerable? I tried the nude in the preliminary drawing. For the painting, I chose white briefs. The white felt more uncomfortable to me, and I wondered whether it might be too much. That discomfort became part of the question I was exploring.
The reflection is more resolved than the figure outside the mirror. I wanted to reverse the familiar treatment of a blurred or less developed reflection. Here, the body closest to us retains the crayon drawing and the warm imprimatura, while the reflected body is built with more opaque paint. I’m trying different visual vocabularies within the same picture. The underpainting can be a finished level rather than something that always needs to be covered up. That difference in handling also lets me play with our perception of inside and outside.
I was thinking about the way film noir uses bathrooms and mirrors to show self-reflection. In paintings, a mirror can also suggest a vanitas. But I think there can be a little hypocrisy in that explanation. The mirror is a convenient excuse to show the body from two points of view, giving us a more complete look. Artists such as Paul Cadmus, and Degas in his bathers, come to mind when I think about the bathroom as a setting that makes looking at a nude body possible.
For me, this space is a source of self-evaluation and sometimes shame. But the light flowing in is beautiful, and I like the shape of my crossed arms. They look almost muscular and masculine. I can almost see why my lover finds me attractive, even while I’m frustrated with myself. Finding myself attractive and being critical of my body happen at the same time.
The cool blue around the window plays against the brown tiles and warm flesh. The large cropped back brings us close, while the mirror gives us the face and the folded arms. The differences in color, surface, and finish are part of how I’m exploring those competing views of myself. My morning ablutions can be a time to psyche myself up and out.
“Saturday 9:15 AM” 30 × 40 inches, Oil on canvas
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.
While developing this painting, I wondered whether I should be nude or wearing underwear. Would covering part of my body make me seem more vulnerable? I tried the nude in the preliminary drawing. For the painting, I chose white briefs. The white felt more uncomfortable to me, and I wondered whether it might be too much. That discomfort became part of the question I was exploring.
The reflection is more resolved than the figure outside the mirror. I wanted to reverse the familiar treatment of a blurred or less developed reflection. Here, the body closest to us retains the crayon drawing and the warm imprimatura, while the reflected body is built with more opaque paint. I’m trying different visual vocabularies within the same picture. The underpainting can be a finished level rather than something that always needs to be covered up. That difference in handling also lets me play with our perception of inside and outside.
I was thinking about the way film noir uses bathrooms and mirrors to show self-reflection. In paintings, a mirror can also suggest a vanitas. But I think there can be a little hypocrisy in that explanation. The mirror is a convenient excuse to show the body from two points of view, giving us a more complete look. Artists such as Paul Cadmus, and Degas in his bathers, come to mind when I think about the bathroom as a setting that makes looking at a nude body possible.
For me, this space is a source of self-evaluation and sometimes shame. But the light flowing in is beautiful, and I like the shape of my crossed arms. They look almost muscular and masculine. I can almost see why my lover finds me attractive, even while I’m frustrated with myself. Finding myself attractive and being critical of my body happen at the same time.
The cool blue around the window plays against the brown tiles and warm flesh. The large cropped back brings us close, while the mirror gives us the face and the folded arms. The differences in color, surface, and finish are part of how I’m exploring those competing views of myself. My morning ablutions can be a time to psyche myself up and out.
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