Inktober Day 28 Burn

Burn, as in razor burn, baby!  I put a little bit of color into this one, but it's mostly still ink, black and red in this case.

Unbeknownst to Carlo

Unbeknownst to Carlo, his ex-girlfriend had just been hired at his favorite barbershop.

This was actually Day 35, "Unbeknowst to Carlo," but remember, I'm still catching up posting about 20 more pictures, and since then, I've posted current paintings, and well, I think I'm just going to give up on the number game--I'm all out of order now, and really, you don't mind, do you?  I fear I've been scrambling your mind by listing a day number then not.  So, I hereby decree, I'm stamping out the confusion, and just posting creations!

Straight-Edge Razor

I've been up since 3:45 a.m.  Frustrated with a couple of situations at work, frustrated with other things.  I started this painting last night, in a sort of daze.  Smearing different colors on the canvas, not sure where I was going.  I saw a couple of different faces in the paint, but just kept drawing the brush over and through them.  Finally I thought with the green color, I would make some sort of frog man.

While I laid in bed awake, awake, awake, I finally thought, fuck it, and got up and painted for several hours.

I had been eating Wonderful Salt & Pepper Pistachios the night before and my shells were still on my desk.  Yes, that's right.  And I picked up a half shell and used it as a sort of paintbrush with yellow oil paint to put on some bumps and ridges to this fellow.  I saw his arms, the black on the chin and extending into the purple looked like whiskers/flying whiskers so that's where the straight-edge razor came it.

Mostly I was once again trying to loosen the grip in my chest and stomach of these aggravations so I was letting my hand just move, applying color randomly.  Sometimes I think the best things I make are out of trying to alleviate darker frustrations and feelings.

I'm happy with the painting.  I'm very tired, too.

9" x 12" Acrylic, Oil, India Ink