VIRGIN CRIT
Once, the only thing that I could occupy my creative mind with was the concept of the sprawling narrative, the allegory that was mine alone to tell and re-interpret. I brought it to a point of closure, and put it aside.
I've abandoned the idea, for now. Maybe I can come back to it when I'm more mature.
Lately, I'm still thinking about making a series of panels work, but in a different way. I want them to form one cohesive, unconscious image, using many images associatively placed together.
I am also planning a series of portraits. These portraits will all be of a large scale, and they will all depict a character from the cast I have assembled over time. I believe each portrait accurately represents a facet of me, or at the least, how I view myself or have viewed myself. How it has changed, how it takes different forms. The six or seven portraits I have decided upon take the following forms, in the order they will be conceived (but not necessarily how they will be shown):
1. An emaciated invalid, crouching in a wheelchair, wearing a leather mask with no eyeholes.
2. A raw-skinned, grey-toned pious figure in full ecclesiastical vestments.
3. The halo and profile of a Christ, the visible face washed, echoed and erased away.
4. A cropped section of The Cross, the only visible part being that which can be seen at eye level.
5. An elderly man dozing off, sagging in his doctoral robes, clutching a small plastic toy gun.
6. An anthropomorphic hole-for-a-head posing for a portrait, the concrete highway behind it.
7.(A small, sickly pink and grey fetus, nursing his enormous, obnoxious phallus.)*
*the last I'm not sure about, but it is an image that stays with me to remind me of my disgust for my own lust, or at least an aspect that used to disgust me, and now fascinates me.
I've abandoned the idea, for now. Maybe I can come back to it when I'm more mature.
Lately, I'm still thinking about making a series of panels work, but in a different way. I want them to form one cohesive, unconscious image, using many images associatively placed together.
I am also planning a series of portraits. These portraits will all be of a large scale, and they will all depict a character from the cast I have assembled over time. I believe each portrait accurately represents a facet of me, or at the least, how I view myself or have viewed myself. How it has changed, how it takes different forms. The six or seven portraits I have decided upon take the following forms, in the order they will be conceived (but not necessarily how they will be shown):
1. An emaciated invalid, crouching in a wheelchair, wearing a leather mask with no eyeholes.
2. A raw-skinned, grey-toned pious figure in full ecclesiastical vestments.
3. The halo and profile of a Christ, the visible face washed, echoed and erased away.
4. A cropped section of The Cross, the only visible part being that which can be seen at eye level.
5. An elderly man dozing off, sagging in his doctoral robes, clutching a small plastic toy gun.
6. An anthropomorphic hole-for-a-head posing for a portrait, the concrete highway behind it.
7.(A small, sickly pink and grey fetus, nursing his enormous, obnoxious phallus.)*
*the last I'm not sure about, but it is an image that stays with me to remind me of my disgust for my own lust, or at least an aspect that used to disgust me, and now fascinates me.