Stony C
Current Gallery: surreal ( piece)
Surreal land and skyscapes, mostly digitally symmetrised, producing some atmospheric and sometimes spooky results. Relax folks, it's only art. It reminds me of Giger's work, which used to scare the shit out of me, and i still wouldn't hang it on the wall, but it somehow remains popular. I never really expected my work to take this direction, but then I'm always going to develop ideas where the possibilities are effectively limitless. Of course, Giger had command of awesome technical skill with his media and materials, something which I cannot claim, yet while his work originated in his own imagination, a seemingly darkly disturbed outlook, my work merely draws on forms I find around me, with no fixed intention as a starting point. I had a shock introduction to Giger's work one Xmas when I was about 19. Staying at my mother's for the first time in several years, she gave me an anothology of his work, perhaps as she had glimpsed a couple of my surrealist artworks of the time, even though I personally eschewed any disturbing artforms, a habit she was unaware of, being an avid Stephen King movie fan herself. I was at first profoundly offended that she thought I would enjoy looking at this stuff, macabre and sinister as it was. At that time, even "Alien" had largely passed me by, except that my first high school crush, Miss Bird, my art teacher, had got me to reference the alien head in my painting of Beowulf fighting the dragon. After a while the book just plainly got on my nerves, and I handed it to my brother to lock away in his cupboard, where it lay for many years. But curiously it's influence was to have one triumphant consequence. Nigh on ten years later, two lower consciousness unevolved souls drove a metaphorical bulldozer through my nuclear family, and put my infant daughter and her mother in great danger. When I happened to incidentally meet them along the course of their many comings and goings, I would feel the same souless chill that Giger's amazing paintings first engendered, although the comparison was not immediately apparent. The two demonic incarnations reckless railroading complete, and my life destroyed, back temporarily in the family home, I found myself now accommodated in my brother's old room. Having completely forgotten HRs book, one day, rummaging amongst the flotsam of a twenty year residence, the dreaded artefact turned up. Suddenly the pictures made sense. Giger alerts us to the worst possible incarnations walking amongst us, those who manipulate, exploit, abuse simply in the glorification of their own ego. Unconsciously, Giger had helped attune my perceptions to recognise the auras of such people, or rather the absence of them. When you feel the same near a living person as when observing Giger's "illustrations" you know to have nothing to do with them, for they know no empathy, no compassion, no altruism, no love. Thanks Giger for sharing the shit out of me, and reminding never to give an inch to the mindless ignorant little bastards. However I would be profoundly upset if any of my content were to distress any of my few hardcore hard-won supporters I have been privileged to acquaint over the years, my gratitude for your positivity remains undiminished and untainted
Surreal land and skyscapes, mostly digitally symmetrised, producing some atmospheric and sometimes spooky results. Relax folks, it's only art. It reminds me of Giger's work, which used to scare the shit out of me, and i still wouldn't hang it on the wall, but it somehow remains popular. I never really expected my work to take this direction, but then I'm always going to develop ideas where the possibilities are effectively limitless. Of course, Giger had command of awesome technical skill with his media and materials, something which I cannot claim, yet while his work originated in his own imagination, a seemingly darkly disturbed outlook, my work merely draws on forms I find around me, with no fixed intention as a starting point. I had a shock introduction to Giger's work one Xmas when I was about 19. Staying at my mother's for the first time in several years, she gave me an anothology of his work, perhaps as she had glimpsed a couple of my surrealist artworks of the time, even though I personally eschewed any disturbing artforms, a habit she was unaware of, being an avid Stephen King movie fan herself. I was at first profoundly offended that she thought I would enjoy looking at this stuff, macabre and sinister as it was. At that time, even "Alien" had largely passed me by, except that my first high school crush, Miss Bird, my art teacher, had got me to reference the alien head in my painting of Beowulf fighting the dragon. After a while the book just plainly got on my nerves, and I handed it to my brother to lock away in his cupboard, where it lay for many years. But curiously it's influence was to have one triumphant consequence. Nigh on ten years later, two lower consciousness unevolved souls drove a metaphorical bulldozer through my nuclear family, and put my infant daughter and her mother in great danger. When I happened to incidentally meet them along the course of their many comings and goings, I would feel the same souless chill that Giger's amazing paintings first engendered, although the comparison was not immediately apparent. The two demonic incarnations reckless railroading complete, and my life destroyed, back temporarily in the family home, I found myself now accommodated in my brother's old room. Having completely forgotten HRs book, one day, rummaging amongst the flotsam of a twenty year residence, the dreaded artefact turned up. Suddenly the pictures made sense. Giger alerts us to the worst possible incarnations walking amongst us, those who manipulate, exploit, abuse simply in the glorification of their own ego. Unconsciously, Giger had helped attune my perceptions to recognise the auras of such people, or rather the absence of them. When you feel the same near a living person as when observing Giger's "illustrations" you know to have nothing to do with them, for they know no empathy, no compassion, no altruism, no love. Thanks Giger for sharing the shit out of me, and reminding never to give an inch to the mindless ignorant little bastards. However I would be profoundly upset if any of my content were to distress any of my few hardcore hard-won supporters I have been privileged to acquaint over the years, my gratitude for your positivity remains undiminished and untainted
Gallery-quality prints · Independent artists · Décor to adore
from $ 10