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Milk House

 

 

Milk House

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.Acrylic paintings, cut to pieces and rearranged digitally.

I am somewhat preoccupied with isolate landscapes, doorless houses, and pictures without people in them (excepting one) for a change. Milk House soothes me. I would like to live there.

Dreaming of the North...again.

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Self Portrait, with Fire

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Quite poignantly autobiographical, in a symbolic dreamscape sort of a way.

Yes, I am most decidedly unhappy in my new home. I shan't bore you with the details, but things simply have not worked out from day one. The fire in the above image is suggestive of how often I have had to call out the fire brigade or else the police (but usually both at the same time) within the last 5 months. We are fast approaching double figures. Embarrassing to admit, really, when I ponder how hard I had to work to secure this house back in June. The house is adorable, regardless. What surrounds it, as I have fast learned, is not.

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Otto and Oskar

I am the occasional Insomniac. Sometimes days and even weeks crawl by at an interminably slow, agonising pace, where sleep becomes merely a distant memory; a memory shot through with the most painful nostalgia for oblivion and dreams.

Yet, the occasional Insomniac can sleep for a thousand years, once the sleepless phase has run its course. Now, I may wake after 8 or 9 hours of unbroken bliss only to find myself still stumbling through the remnants of dreams...the transition into wakefullness so perfectly soothed by the fading, crisp light of a chill, October afternoon.  

Sleep: A luxurious, if unpredictable adventure.

Otto and Oskar are most likely the result of similar musings; where dreams and reality merge.

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Otto's Dream

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The creamy pastels may serve as a sort of lullabye, to counteract the unpredictablitilty of his dreams. For no beds, not even the mossy comfort of the daylight forest floor can guarantee persistently gentle slumbers. Otto appears to have fallen asleep right in the middle of somebody's birthday celebrations. Narcoleptic tendencies are simply not conducive to the success of a young bear's social life. Let it be known that otto does not give a hoot!

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Oskar

 

Taking tea in Wonderland.

Remnants of his friend, otto, and a certain degree of uncertainty. And no, that is not a black eye.

I really needed to create more animal/bear related images. Only a teeny weeny amount of collaging this time; the parts were individually, digitally painted, then digitally re-composed. I love the little fir tree, although it is quite possibly one of the worst, badly excecuted things that I have ever drawn.

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