In an attempt to make Good Pennies out of Bad Pennies I have been distracted somewhat. In fact I’ve totally lost my way. I just can’t do it. I just can’t make nice things happen in my art. Small cute smiles become contorted whilst twinkles and dimples become deep, distorted chasms.
I just can’t make nice art.
Every now and then I try and then I realise why my art always has a feel for the uncanny. The antithesis to my own easy going and sunny disposition is my art. The thing that keeps me outgoing and happy is making twisted dark creatures out of virtually nothing.
It’s better this way.
Imagine if this situation was reversed. Imagine I was a psychopathic monster making sunny happy scenes with my art.
Accept the facts. Make the art. Scare the world. Be happy. These are my Good Pennies because they take the bad out of me and bring me good feelings. Find your kittens and your landscapes somewhere else. This art is for me and not for you.