Packed like scared sardines in a crushed tin-box.

Okay. The thing is in it’s box. It’s finished. My fingers are shivering. A bit. It’s not my turn anymore. Just have to finish the website and upload my work to flickr. Hope I’ll manage all that stuff before it arrives.
Scary address, isn’t it?

The back of scare.

The paint is dry. And because no agency in the world would buy a painting to do ideas at one of their desks, I added some oldschool stuff like CV and snaps of my work. Just for sure.

The sense of scare.

Okay everybody. The front of the painting is finished. Now the scare makes sense. Because it’s only what you make of it.

The scare continues.

After another working night I finished my faces. And somehow I am proud. Because I like it. Because until the last brush stroke I was slightly scared of fucking everything up. So now here are my happy smiling scary faces:

The dawn of scare.

After work I started to draw and paint the first smiling faces of scare. And that’s what I felt during the paintworks. One stupid copywriter-can’t-draw-mistake and the work of hours is fucked up. But somehow I enjoy it and only my tired mind stopped me from doing more faces. So this is how it looks like now:
I began to drawpaint the small faces first because they seemed to be the easier ones. They weren’t because it was hard to draw different faces on 1.5 to 1.5 cm.
So any suggestions from the artist section?

Update.

After cutting stencils for 2 hours it’s a bit frustrating that I used them for at least 5 minutes of spray painting. Now the beginning is made. Next will be giving each bubble a different happy face. This is scheduled for tomorrow evening and night. Let’s see. Any suggestions, support, help, critic from the artist in you? Any helpful comment is welcome. Thanks for attention and stuff.

From Failure to Planning.

Yesterday around 10 pm I horribly failed in my painting process. A lack of knowledge in chemistry and physics destroyed two hours of work (paper, wet colour…you can imagine). With a knife I tried to save the work but I failed again. But it’s okay. It will be the “failure…embrace it”-back of the thing. After work I returned. And I had my “doing the painting”-shirt with me. As Lauren suggested in her comment on my last painty post I got myself a cardboard to try colours and just screw it up and see what happens. Just look: While thinking about how to start I discovered an old, dusty box with spray cans. Great. I missed to buy some so I was thankful. Until now I don’t know if the colours are still okay. They seem to be very old because they still had pre-Euro price tags. Right now I am doing drawings to get an idea of what I can arrange around my scary centre of the painting and to get out what ideas or bits and pieces to keep or to abolish. Here you can see some of the drawings I did. They were done quick-handed just to get the feeling of it. And as I said before: I am a copywriter that can’t draw. This whole process is strange, scary and I completely enjoy it. There are a lot of ideas in my head and I feel overwhelmed but planless as well. Where to start? What goes in, what not?