I modeled this sculpture with clay and cast it in plaster. It is titled Mourning mothers. It is a homage to the Mourning mothers group in Iran i.e. mothers whose political children were executed by the regime and turned to a protest group.
I modeled this sculpture with clay and cast it in plaster. It is titled Mourning mothers. It is a homage to the Mourning mothers group in Iran i.e. mothers whose political children were executed by the regime and turned to a protest group.
The other day while out and about we noticed a striking looking red door cut into an old wall. lots of character and covered in a great patina.
I posted a shot of the door in a random photo of the day.
Well, we walked past it again yesterday, and it seems we weren't the only ones taken with it, as part of the George Town festival, which is on now, it's been turned into a striking bit of street art.
Done in acrylic. It is based on a famous photograph.
This is a work with acrylic. It is a mixture of abstract and calligraphy. I called it deceptive red because words can be redefined.
Using found paper as his palette, artist Peter Clark creates intricate three-dimensional collages. He shades with density of print and creates substance and movement with lines plucked from old maps or manuscripts he finds in antique shops. Clark’s pieces are innovative as he utilizes the patterns and textures in a humorous way. Peter focuses much of his expertise on creating dog collage portraits, however his clothing and people portraits are equally incredible.
I spotted Argentinean photographer Marcos Minuchin’s photographs a couple of weeks back at the annual Washington Square Memorial Day Art Show, on my way to buy a bagel. The large prints hanging outside his booth made me smile.
Minuchin started his series The Secret Life of Toys in 2007 as a photography class project, but kept the project going after a lot of positive feedback.
This is a watercolour from when I attempted to copy Lucian Freud’s woman sleeping.
The original etching was inscribed Big sue from Old Lu.
One of my watercolours. This was the Tate grave in East Finchley. This is next to a college where the Rustam school held Saturday Persian lessons and where I took my daughter.
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