We’ve survived a year without David Lynch. Just barely. Though some magic is gone with no longer sharing the planet with Lynch, his influence remains–some good, some bad–as does the joy of digging deep into the work he left behind. In fact, doesn’t it feel like almost everything is being described as Lynchian these days?! … Continue reading
A mother who carefully renders her grade school-aged son in detailed gouache, focusing on his tousled brown hair, red shirt, and pointy vampire teeth as if he’s sucking the life out of her. An adult son who makes multiple paintings of a stick figure-like shadow outlined in sickening yellows, coagulated blood reds, and burnt oranges, … Continue reading