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Bostonwill's Gay / Art BLOG
August 29, 2006
My Space Chatter

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One piece of my art... not me... or my piece! 

 

About me:
Boston gay-guy interested in all the regular gay-guy stuff: art, theater, classical music... blah blah. Old enough to have been through disco the first time around, but young enough not to care the second time around! Painting is a passion of mine. I took a few semesters in school but ultimately moved on to more "concrete" interests (Pyschology, history and computers). How odd that the one thing that has stayed with me all through the years - is painting. Even those years when I created nothing and lived in small spaces, I kept my supplies at hand; as close as a new england bed & breakfast keeps it's melancholy ghost.

I love ocean waters. They effect my every sense, even that elusive sixth sense. My very first experience with the ocean was telling. I walked up to the water line, my infant toes right at the edge of the water, and stared open-mouthed at the ebb and flow. After a few hypnotic moments I tasted salt in my mouth and realized with a jolt that was in the surf. I had tottered right over into the surf. My family tell me it was comical but I would have desribed it as magical. Except the scraped shins...

I love the male form (take note of the gay reference above). so my artwork lately features... wait for it... naked men on the beach. It is my hope to one day transend the vision I can see with my eyes and paint the world with the perfect harmony of an enlighted life.

But... I would settle for being able to get the feet right. I don't have a fetish about feet (I think) but I can't help thinking about them. Have you ever really looked at a foot? Try to understand how hard it is to represent a human foot using paint. We are trained to read all kinds of things into the human form. Eyes, lips, hands, even shoulders can be imbued with almost other-worldly meaning. The foot, however, is seen as simply a foot. It wasn't until I started painting that I understood why so many of the old masters spent margin after margin on feet. I have always thought The Mighty Mike and Gaughan are about the only people who really put some personality into it. But enough about feet.

And enough about me.



Posted by bostonwill at 7:42 PM EDT
Updated: August 29, 2006 11:07 PM EDT

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