I just looked at my archives;
it seems that I haven't blogged this painting before(!!!).
I thought that I had... apparently, I started to,
then never got around to finishing and publishing.
Typical.
Video, from Spring 2010, after the pics.
Thumbnails click to enlarge on separate page.
"H+" January 10, 2011.
The raptor is not a dinosaur. Everything in the painting is a human, in deep future.
Canvas:7 feet wide and 4 feet high; 4 inches deep.
Click for XL photo.
Initial sketch.
Canvas build; December 2009.
stretching canvas
Artist (Eric C. Keast) and the work. Jan.11, 2011.
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The video chronicles early work on this piece.
Music by Trip Wamsley, at Magnatune Records.
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Keth Olbermann commenting on the Arizona assassination attempt and the media/political response.
Interdimensional Mallard and the Mystical Piranha-Crappie-Halibut Hybrid
Now asking 4700. Continental North America. International inquiries email for shipping quote. Sponsorship piece; proceeds split between Spirit Fire Park and Broken Vulture Art.
This piece underwent a bucketload of change in the last couple weeks. It had been in storage at the Clover Valley Farmers Market, over the previous winter. It was publicly displayed at the "Spirit Fire is Lit, Again" event at Spirit Fire Park in August. Thumbnail pics click to expand.
December 31, 2010. "Current" incarnation.
August 2009
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Here's the new video, showing some recent painting activity and discussion of the composition. I am selling this work as part of the 2011 sponsorship drive for Spirit Fire Park. Proceeds, after shipping, to be split between Broken Vulture Art and Spirit Fire Park. Asking price for this piece is $4500.00, including crating and shipping in continental North America. Please email brokenvultureart@gmail.com for international quotes. Any other composition/process questions?... please leave in blog comments.
Please tweet, blog and pass along to purchasers of strange stuff. Thanx.
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This is a review of the painting's progress.
(Updated Jan.3/10; New pics added and sequence fixed.)
Bingo-Rage was an inside joke between my Mum and I. She was a diehard, loyal bingo player who passed away a few years ago. Her jones wasn`t the multimillion dollar jackpots bleeding Las Vegas dry, it was the insatiable $50 inside square and the lascivious, yet demure thousand dollar jackpot.
I could always tell when she had missed a big pot; holding onto a card that only needed two more numbers, when the ballcount was only at 36. Or, some such compelling position. She then watched twenty-two balls dance by, sometimes right next door; but fail to light on her stoop. She was steamed.
I smile and declare ``another clear, cut case of Bingo Rage. Tut, tut...``
That earned a harumph and we would run our post-Bingo routine: analysis of the night`s lineup and remembrances of triumphs past.
Unless noted; ideas, images, pics and text are creations of Eric C. Keast / BingoRage Studio (formerly Broken Vulture Art). Clear link to BingoRage.com w/ "Bingorage" in link text fills my standard for Creative Commons attribution.
No commercial use without informing and paying the artist, thank you. :)
