Oogey Boogey

As a child in the 80's with an extremely overactive imagination (and an impassioned fear of the dark), I was actually terrified at night that Gadhafi was hiding in the shadows in my room. I sometimes forget that singular  part of the word "Boogeyman" that makes it the most frightening - "man." Man, who despite our attempts at aggrandizing, is most certainly mortal.

Get back...get back to where you once belonged

So after consulting my colleagues, I've been given the moral go-ahead to use (for compositional purposes only) non-professional snap shots taken by strangers and posted to their public Facebook profiles. The general consensus being that if you don't want your pics used by other people, don't post them on the internet on a public free-to-use forum. FB privacy settings are not that hard to grasp, despite the complaints of the masses. This being said, I took a simple picture of a girl with her bike, something about which stirred in me a sense of urban calm, and transferred it into another attempt at regaining my artistic chops. Here's what I've got so far:

24" x 30" - a bit ambitious perhaps

It's terribly flat, and I haven't decided how far to take the realism. I know there are problems, and it's a test of my fortitude everyday to look at something I'm not crazy about, and try my damnedest to transform it into a piece of pride. I'm trying to get back into acrylics for the first time in years, and the transition has been tougher than I anticipated. Add to that my lackluster showing this past decade or so, and you have a recipe for a slow-moving-possibly-going-to-end-badly journey of the will.

We'll have to wait and see.