This is another Illustration Friday piece – a quick Oil Pastel sketch of what i initially thought doing of after hearing the topic – “Ripple”, but before i read about the oil spill fund raiser thing….
This began as a pencil sketch of a stereotypical representation of some of the people one might meet in the streets around where i grew up. It was very a colourful, and flamboyant kind of area where one’s gender had little to do with it’s presentaion. Wanted to get used to creating volume and mass in colour, and also play with some fleshy tones.
Shortly after Ireland were knocked out of a position in the soccer world cup 2010, when the ref failed to notice Terry Henry molest the ball with his hands, i found my self in France to attend a wedding. I had 40 minute train ride to spend doodling, and thanks to a fellow facing me on at an opposite window, i manage to capture the perceived attitude of arrogance the Irish were assuring me the French had. The man didn’t look like this or have the attitude, but he was French.
Along the same lines as the reasons for the Bluebottle Boy picture – children and dangers – this came after my boy manages to lock me out in the backyard.
This is the imaginings of him locking me out, then finding a match. It was also an attempt at getting a better understanding of painting reflections.
It’s weird in this cold dark country how the women seem to have evolved to utilise make-up foundation as a way to change ones own skin tone to another. Many women walk through the shopping malls in their best pair of pyjama’s, with an iridescent orange face – presumably designed to give off the impression of a healthy tan. But the tan stops at the jaw line, the concept of ‘blending’ having been bred from the gene-pool along with shoulders and good teeth.
Lastly adopt a look of aggressive distaste one might use after stepping in something nasty.