Camden Market Man

When the world of abstracts has shut its doors to me, meaning I fail to coax a painting out of a canvas, I turn to faces. Somehow they never fail me. A few months ago I had a show in my studio called "Say My Name". I invited guests to put names to the 30+ portraits I had on my walls. People had fun. But I couldn't call it a success in terms of sales. I am not sure why, but it is very difficult for me to sell a face. Do people not want that presence in their homes? Do they have to know the individual for them to invite them in? At least in this area the anonymous nature of a landscape seems to please everyone. It's comforting. Beautiful. Unchallenging. But my portraits become my friends. This guy was on a postcard advertising a tattoo and piercing parlor in London. He is my Camden Market Man. 

I'm back!

It has been quite a while since my last post. 4 years, exactly! I had been a prolific writer in the years between 2008 and 2013. There was a lot of pain I had to work through. I feel as if I have journeyed through a dark tunnel and come out into a world with a ceiling of clouds that often part to open upon blue sky. Better than before. Going forward.