To Leonardo With Love

 I tire of being only wanted for my brains and glazing techniques. hehe! There is more to me than just your average perspective drawing maniac, more than a geometrical mind that can assemble and disassemble three dimentional objects on a two dimensional surface. Dare I say, there is more to me than someone who's life long desire is a single confrontation with Leonardo in paint? I fully intend to return in a future life at the same time as our Don DaVinci and wrestle the old codger to the ground. I say he needs his back dirtying!
  Seriously, I love the guy. I just get a little passionate about it sometimes. grins!
("Who Wants Breakfast?" a smiling Jesus...I may paint myself as a laughing Buddah next. hehe.)
  On the levels of atoms and subatomic particles, nothing is new on the planet. What was here, is now and always will be. Therefore there is nothing of Leonardo DaVinci or any other human that does not exist now. We, the artists of today are made of the same stuff. Even the water that flowed through his rivers and veins flow through mine and yours. Given that we are of the same substance, I see no reason we should aspire to the Old Masters. Rather take our places beside them and grow. Let them be our brothers, learn from them and begin.

The Artist's Mind

On matters of the curious, I don't find there to be much difference between the state or workings of my mind from painting, to playing strategy based video games, to enjoying sex...

All are sensual and exactingly rhythmic.

Which brings me to the others.

I pity some. I watch them..I don't know how.....

How on earth do people not paint?

Is there a technique to it?

What possible benefit can there be to their curious ways?

Mysterious sorts those...

a bit twisted I think, but such is the mind of eccentrics. hehe!

(work in progress)