The City is Mine

Colored pencil on bristol :: 18 x 24" :: 2004

Anonymous debutante to Pablo Picasso:

'Since you can draw so beautifully, why do you spend your time making those queer things?'

Picasso: 'That's why.'

The gift of the artist is to paint things as he thinks them, not as he sees them, and by imbuing them with emotion revealing them as they truly are. Here is the city. A fusion of right angles burst forth in a vibrant technicolor display seeming to violate the immutable laws of physics by occupying the same space at the same time. The mass of multicolored rectangles overcrowds the sky and bursts forth from the canvas a testament to the demand for function over form in our utilitarian utopia.

Not a single structure can be seen standing alone, isolated without some aspect of it's dimension intruding upon one of it's neighbors. Contrasting the sharp angles, several curved lines seek to navigate their way through the geometric anarchy becoming entangled amongst themselves as they wind through the canvas. The clouds are given an Impressionistic touch, nebulous and subdued by the bright jagged angles spewing forth.