Oil and Acrylic on Canvas
I wanted to describe a process of human metamorphosis, a mental metamorphosis.
We all start up in a certain form. Life forms a cocoon over us from the moment we start to understand the world around us. A shell that protects us and at the same time limits us. Some of us feel safer inside, some of us don't want to fight the outside, we are too afraid of the consequences. Some of us, though, decide to fight the cold, the rain, the tides against us. We break the shell, we walk away from it. What we leave behind is the start of a revolution within us. The start of change.
Wood, Paper, Plaster, Carpet, Photo, Oil, Latex, and Ink
Acrylic on Panel
Sheriff that has the ability to transform himself into a flock of crows.
When I thought of "Metamorphosis" I thought about how we change the Earth and how nature always finds a way to change it back.
This is graphite drawing inspired by the story of Dryope, her transformation and lament. A story from the book The Metamorphosis.
"If there is truth in suffering, I swear by the gods I
do not deserve this wrong. I am being punished
without guilt. I lived in innocence. If I lie, let
me lose the leaves I have through drought, be
levelled with the axe, and burned. Take this
child from these maternal branches, and find
him a nurse, and have him often drink his milk
under this tree of mine, and play under this tree.
And when he learns to talk, have him greet his
mother and say, sadly, 'My mother is revealed
in this tree.' Let him still fear lakes, and pick no
flowers from the trees, and think all shrubs are
the body of the goddess.
Dear husband, farewell, and you, sister;
father! If you love me, defend me from the
sharp knife, and my leaves from the browsing
herd. And since I am not allowed to bend to
you, reach up with your arms, and find my lips,
while I can still feel, and lift my little son up to
me! I can speak no more. Now the soft
sapwood spreads slowly over my white neck: I
am imprisoned in its highest reaches. Take your
hands from my eyes. Without trying to help me,
allow the enveloping bark to mask the fading
The interior metamorphosis of mental illness.
Brush pen on watercolor
Suffering the loss of her loved one, she got carried carried away by grief and lethargy. No longer would she move anymore. And over time, as the season of life ends and all the leaves have fallen down, she would turn into stone.
Graphite on A5 Bamboo Paper (105 g)
I thought about how I painted my first Painting for the first Art Jam. I barely could paint because it was shortly after my accident and I was exhausted from all the drugs they gave me in the hospital. I quickly knew that i want to continue this ocean theme. The idea behind my submission is to show my growth and recovering since my accident. My metamorphosis from sitting in a wheelchair in the hospital to morph back into life. I named it "Rise Of The Jellyfish" because that's how i see my recovery and jumping back into my art journey, grinding harder then ever. Somehow jellyfish always fascinated me and i tried to catch their majestic beauty in this piece.
The part of my life that changed me into who I am today, unfortunately.
In 1995 a classmate spoke these words to me, killing the happy-go-lucky person I was.
Werewolf after transitioning
You are what people think you are. The boxes represent people’s understanding of who you are and how they enclose you to a specific ideal. Your identity is consistently under stress and changes constantly because of other's opinions. This change is the metamorphosis. You have a metamorphosis whenever seen. You dance into their identification to please. The central butt and tongue represent the sexualization of our exteriors. This piece is about identification and change.
Acrylic on canvas 30 x 45 cm.
Inspired by Ovid's story about creation of man from stone.
Self Pity hardening into resolve
My first pen & ink using sepia ink and assorted nibs, spray bottle (with water), salt, and gold foil (on intact acorn) created on my Oct 2nd stream. After making a mistake with the ink (resulting in a big blob of misplaced dark), I experimented with the water bottle and salt which resulted in a looser, woodsy, muddy look. The one whole acorn has gold foil on the smooth nut part for a touch of golden accent - implying its potential grand future as a mighty oak some day.
Sculpture made from Iron and heat colored Copper
Goes from a day dreamy sound to much more focused and pensive. It retains some aspects of the day dream state, but they are pushed to the back as more pressing concerns arise.