Started today looking at Rick Bartow‘s amazing work.  Amazing, amazing work.  My so-called “homage to Bartow” emerged a few minutes ago (above)…  the invitation to my scribbling-self was simply -‘ let the lines be freer and let an animal emerge, if it wants to’.  What would happen if I invited freer lines and the visitation of animals, every single day?

Portrait of K that doesn’t look like K.

Portrait of K that DOES look like K.

Taped scraps from three portraits (one self, one K, one Vogue model) that I ripped up and used scotch tape to adhere.  Some drawing on top of tape.  Then more tape.

One evening shot from the summer, photoshopped.