My paintings are conflations of things, composites of whatever is in my imagination at the time.
This one I started shortly after I heard Amy Winehouse died. It began light blue and trippy-dippy happy but progressed with twinges of grief and sorrow. Eventually it occured to me, "Oh, maybe it's about her..." and seemed to make sense once I made that connection. The foof of her curls, the droop of her bouffant, the beehive retro swirls collapsing. A mad hairdo. A psychedelic black angel (vroom vroom!) motoring down the highway of the universe, onward to something else.
Golden and black, bright and dark, reflective and opaque. So maybe it's partly inspired by Amy's celestial transition. But also... our recent heatwave! Holy fuck! The hot concrete summer. The sweaty city night sweltering shiny.
And...all summer I've been studying anatomy. Day after day, reading about the systems. Organs bodies internal fluids, interrelationships. Biomorphic forms.
These influences seem to have found their way into my latest painting.
