I was in the mood to sketch big but I’d left my large newsprint drawing pad in the back of my pick up truck. At the time I still lived in a loft in Downtown LA. The truck was sleeping in a parking lot one block away. I was too lazy to go get the newsprint so I grabbed a chunk of old plywood. It had a great tooth for charcoal.
A surface that large is begging for a life size drawing. My studio mate had an old rolling office chair with a worn seat he liked to take a break in while he was painting. We called it, ‘Greg’s chair.’ The drawing went fast - yet it wasn’t complete. It wanted paint. It screamed for paint. It pleaded for paint.
More chairs, a stool, ladder, the refrigerator, stove, coin operated washing machine just down the hall, on to the toilet, bathroom sink, mirror, the last working urinal, an iron, rolodex, a tv, coffee cups, bags, cleanings supplies. Sketched and painted on old scraps.
Bits and pieces of life in a loft building written on plywood.
About the paintings
Charcoal and oil painting on salvage commercial grade plywood panels.