There is a prevalent notion in a certain collective and uniformed mind that painting is the greatest form of "real art," and as much as I know this is a crock, it made me say, "Hey, I can f***ing paint!" Just because I was too poor in college to afford the stuff doesn't mean I am stuck with india ink and glue sticks for the rest of my life, as much as I do love them. So, about two months ago, I started painting with acrylics. Holy crap, it's like drawing but times 28,093 million. So I start thinking weird things like, "Man, I hope my hands don't fall off because I really like this a lot." Just in case they do, I'm cramming as much painting into my life as I can. If I need to I can paint with the brush between my teeth. Some people really do do that.
Ever since seeing the movie Hugo (probably the best and most purposeful use of 3D yet), watching George Melies movies, The Prestige (David Bowie as Nicola Tesla!), and looking at magic books and turn of the century magic posters... I'm turning these magicians into my own personal charms for creativity, little portraits of my muses, if you will... Yet another turn on the art is magic is mind is life notion.
These paintings are teeny 5x7s with images drawn/manipulated from old black and white photos. Enjoy!