There's something about Linseed Oil that makes you NOT want to go online. I've been dipping brushes in it for quite a week now and my room is filled with its raw stench. I wake up everyday with teary eyes from the fumes it emit, slowly changing me from being cyber-holic to someone less interested with internet. True, i enjoy googling the latest fashion eds and enjoying whatever visual satisfaction I can derive from it, but that's it. I am even surprised that I am going to say that eds online are too "one-dimensional." I am not undermining the power of editorials online, God knows how I lived for it for quite a while, but, in truth, that's just it. It can never come close to opening a fresh magazine, smelling the sweet free scent from the perfumed flaps and the crispy sound of flipping the pages and the cliche goes on. What I'm trying to say here is I'm so caught up with my painting endeavor so much that i barely have interest to go online, except for occasional Facebook updates and mail checking.
I am a newbie in oil and canvass and finishing my first piece opened a whole new interest in this field. the creative process is, in a sense, a self-discovery. I once thought that if I were to paint, I would be more experimental and that I will use it as an excuse so as not to draw nose and fingers, which are quite a bit of a challenge. I am, however, drawn more into painting portraits and hands and noses are inevitable. Having no formal training in this field, every mix of pigments and every stroke I make is a lesson learned.
As an enthusiast (and a newbie), be it in arts or in fashion, there is always an inner desire to find someone whose works or style you can relate with or closely similar to yours. It's probably the primal sense of finding your tribe and exploring a world you were once just imagining. Such is the case with New Yorker Elizabeth Peyton whose familiar androgynous slender male figures whom I instantly fell in love with. I instantly felt affinity with her subjects and the way they are portrayed and presented. I also like her use of colors which made more grungy by her strokes and the consistency of the paint itself. It can not be denied that the warm hues used were attractive, adding contrast to the over-all coldness of emotions and being distant of her subject.