So I may have recorded (most of it anyway) one of my latest paintings, a commission for the Bungalow Beach Resort on Anna Maria Island. At first it was just supposed to be a simple beach-scape, but good Lord did that look boring, so I was given the green light to let loose a little. The result is a painting that I really like on its own merit, not just as a beach painting disappearing into a hotel wall somewhere. But then I had this time lapse and I was all, what do I do with

Scott Listfield's work is seriously good. I know it's good because it pisses me off and if I find another artists' work upsetting it can be for only one of two reasons; it is either truly terrible, or really, really good. I don't know anything about him, all I know is I stumbled across his paintings of astronauts online one day and couldn't stop looking through them. The clever use of the astronaut is very effective, no matter what environment he is painted in it now seems fr

I may lose all hope. I'm in the middle of a commission. An oil painting. 3'x4'. Vaguely representing Madrid with a particular building as the focal point. I have started and restarted this thing at least a dozen times, sketches of running bulls liter my studio, paint in various degrees of congealment are to be found in the most unlikely of places while several brushes languish, un-attended, in a glass jar of mineral spirits. I love this painting, I hated it before, but it's c

The first thing I noticed is the bar is deceptively large and in the shape of a boat. I honestly wasn't sure exactly how to approach decorating the beast... but they wanted a treasure map on top of it so I started doodling. I went with a variety of styles from old world sea monsters, to common treasure maps, the kind where X always marks the spot. After untold number of beers, bowls and 2 bleary eyed working weeks I wrapped up. I pulled mostly 11 hour days, starting late and