In April of 2001 I was still in the middle of painting the Wick exhibit. Wick was naked, historical men with guns, titled and posed into some sort of poignant and vulnerable condition. At the time I also made the above sketch as an example of the pictures I’d like to make if I could a: paint them entirely from direct observation and b: know the images felt as real and non-cute as life was when I was the age of the protagonists.
Shit does get cute sometimes now, but I try not to hold it against myself.
Also, from the same book, here is one of the Wick sketches:
Tags: art, Audubon, book, children, drawing, ink, not cute, spooky old tree, starlings, woods, wrong trail
