I've been in a sort of transitional mode lately. Besides dealing with some stupid "life stuff" that's periodically sucked the drawing energy out of me, I just decided I was tired of what I was doing art-wise. I guess that's healthy, right? Progress and avoiding stagnation and all that stuff?
My mom exploited the fact that I love her and that she raised me and brought me up to be a functional, productive member of society and what not, by asking me to do a painting for her. Her only stipulation was "something that feels like the ocean"
Fast forward through the ensuing 80's-style movie montage of me agonizing over what to paint, throwing out ideas, and generally being frustrated, and we come up with this:
If you squint in a dark room? Pow. Ocean.
All joking aside, I'm really quite happy with it. So is my mom, so that's what really matters. She now has a lovely original Sarah Wells on her wall and I've now got space in my office again (it's 3'x4').
Hey! Have I mentioned that I have an Etsy store? I have? Well, too bad... I have an Etsy store.