Cerebral Connectivity.

While out of work recently, I had a lot of time to think.  With this thinking, came adjusting.  Adjusting, like having to calculate anything scheduled on television because I never realized that every televised time frame seemingly circles around east coast time.  Or getting used to it being late November and not requiring gloves and scarfs.  Or having wake up early on saturday and sunday just to watch my teams play.  Or having to parallel park, everywhere.   All these adjustments have began to add up.  And the main one is that I'm having to adjust to the idea that I wasn't able to paint because I lacked studio space and materials.  

Well, creating artwork means the world to me and I don't have my painting shit.  So what do you do?  Well... You create artwork ANYWAY!  Who says that you need paint to make artwork?  I haven't broken the monotony in so long, that I forgot that I could create something to my pleasing in another medium other than oil.  Quick run to the art store, and about $45 later...ready to go. 

So, I lost a bet.  Eva beat me fair and square in a competition, and I lost a bet.   So, her earnings would require a couple of quick sketchers from me.  Size, length of time it took... didn't matter.  I just had to fork up some sketches.  It's hard for me to just do sketches.  I get locked in, and what I thought was going to be a sketches has somehow transformed into a drawing, and then morphed into a full out piece of work, portfolio ready.  So, I lost the bet.  Bad.  

Raw drawing without touch up. 

Raw drawing without touch up. 

Explanation of the subject.   My father asked me one day, "what does eva like"?  I had to think about it.  I'm thinking about all the things that I know she doesn't like, however I find it difficult to place my finger on what exactly she's fond of.  Light goes off, and now I have the answer.  I blurt out to my dad without realizing how awkward an answer it might sound, "antlers... she likes antlers".  This was a new discovery for me.  I start looking at her decorations and realize that I see antlers everywhere.... Conclusion?  She really does like antlers.  

One day, she's about to fall asleep.  I ask her "do you know what the purpose of antlers really are"?  I wasn't asking because I knew because, surely, I didn't either.   She said no, so I pulled up this article and read through it while she was drifting off to count sheep.  All of the other properties and uses are pretty cool, but they are really there for show.  To attract the opposite sex.  To mate, or to find one rather.  Its basically, deer swagger.   With this idea in mind, it basically is a completely mental thing.  The length of them don't physically do anything other than attract.  Not in a magnetic, or tangible way.  I didn't take it that way.  I took it that it was my....... cerebral. 

Prints coming soon...

Prints coming soon...

This is my first run of prints, ever.  Signed and numbered editions and hand chosen thick, watercolor paper.  Price is unknown quite yet, but will be finalized shortly.  If these go well, I'll keep the prints rolling for future works.   Thanks for your support.