These tiny paintings started with the second part of the painting series, The City Watches Me and I Can't Fall Asleep. Where the innocent search for materials to work with during the lockdown turned into an opportunity for me to have quick practices in oil. I could very easily paint these images in my head and I enjoyed the accessibility of the practice compared to the usual bigger set ups.
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Slowly, it really allowed me to create an intimacy with the materials and let me really deep dive into tiny details that I really enjoyed experimenting on.
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I currently do commissioned pieces for these tiny paintings.
The above was a commissioned piece of someone's living room space.
The above piece, Miss Boogeylady, is a re-imagination of fabled "Boogeyman".
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Sometimes when I walk pass my bed, I see the figure of Miss Boogeylady through my mirror. When I look back at the bed, it's just a pile of pillows. This is a visualization of how it would be if I met eye to eye with her one day. Her, laying there waiting like Manet's Olympia- unfazed, nonchalant. I am behind the curtains, afraid; but perhaps I have been waiting for her too.
This is my most recent commissioned tiny painting that came in a pair.
"A little capture of a familiar walk to uni, climbing the hills under the bluest skies and crazy heat; rain trees for a little shade of relief. The tar roads are crusting under your feet and you rush to reach a crossroads. They're telling you that any direction you take will set you on a journey you're meant to be on: to move ahead, slow down or stop. "