Blew My Headphones, 2020

From a previous description: Titles are born from the painting's final form, and never planned. I'm a colorist; color and form define my work and have for over a decade. I'm gravitating toward a subtle searching of figures, and they might not be ...

From a previous description: Titles are born from the painting's final form, and never planned. I'm a colorist; color and form define my work and have for over a decade. I'm gravitating toward a subtle searching of figures, and they might not be human. This painting is part of a small series of works created in the chaos of 2020. I felt very upended by the pandemic- and I know I'm not alone. The works in this series reflect a brooding anxiety of uncertainty I experienced in the early days of quarantine. Distorted figurative elements emerged in the works from this short period, predominately hands, teeth, mouths, and eyes. I sat on sharing these for quite some time as they do not fit in with my other work. I decided that they exist, nonetheless, and it is my duty as an artist to self-curate and include them in my portfolio as a testament to my personal painting history. This is an acrylic painting on watercolor paper.