Layers are my life, both internal and external. Internal there is the metal and emotional pieces of having lived, and living life; floating, bumping, and intertwining with one another. Sometimes it is hard to see the outside world looking through all the debris. As I look around my outside world I see layers of material stuff: piles of books, clothing, tools, etc. from this point of my life and earlier parts all layered on top of one another. The baggage that weighs and also defines what life has been about.
5 comments:
Wow, beautiful.
Thanks!
Your imagery is so interesting, Bill. I like how you contrast loose, bright colors against whimsical, efficient lines. Layering is your art's DNA. Nice!
boy, number three has me captivated, there's so much going on and it all relates to itself!
I like the individual pieces as well, but the reality illo at the bottom is NON STOP.
cool.
Your images are both whimsical and intense. I am drawn of the second one. You really get a sense of layers of experience and I love the wing-like hands
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