My art comes directly from my gently cynical, mildly melancholic and terminally confused mind.
They are my humble attempts to make some sense, of the implied meanings of all the stuff I watch happening around me.
I find great humour exploring the issues I observe, I revel in the inner questions they pose, and as a result, my art is simply my personal attempt to better understand my reactions to to what my Mum would have said, “tickles my fancy”
IT'S STUFF LIKE...
What binds a particular group of people together, yet excludes others?
What is it we treasure in the company of others, yet so often destroy?
What thoughts are behind the eyes of those I treasure, and behind the eyes of those I treasure less?
Why does an honest, child-like quest for truth, scare so many?
I enjoy pondering this stuff and as I draw, I look for the moments when these types of thoughts get fleetingly expressed.
Then when producing my artworks, in an attempt to record each concepts essence, I find myself juxtaposing, removing and exaggerating unrelated elements, colours and narrative.
When all this comes together, when it works (“IF it works”), I find the meaning begins to inhabit the eyes and expressions of the character/s or objects within, visual metaphors begin to evolve, and my own understanding is momentarily illuminated.
It’s a fascinating, confronting, endless, bloody frustrating, journey.
And if you wish, you are most welcome to join me and see what I see,
When I take the time to look.
Thanks for taking the time
Kindest regards Lindsay