I've been scribbling things on scraps of paper for as long as I can remember and for better or worse. For many years, I had no inclination whatever to show any of this stuff to anyone besides the occasional psychoanalyst or priest. However, in 1992, an untimely bout with 9 to 5 related misfortune and a 2 for 1 sale at the local community college landed me in an introductory painting class and a poetry workshop simultaneously and my long years of not knowing what I wanted to do when I grew up ended (although, sadly, not my abject poverty). I discovered that, for once in my chronic addiction-to-attention, a small demographic of local citizens actually seemed to derive some happiness from my sketch-scribbles and even bought some of them occasionally while my poetry-scribbles would prove an invaluable aid in paper training the puppy I had at the time.
About subject matter......I've long been attracted, like a moth to a bug zapper, by all themes and people falling under the general heading of “quirky” (Gee, I wonder why.). Coming from the perspective of a frustrated writer, most if not all of my work is figurative...any resemblance in my work to any actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidence. Not much more to say.....As to why I never cared much for painting polite and hypermarketable happy-little-isms in pleasant, drape-and-sofa matching hues I really don't know but these monochromatic thingies are where my heart is at.
By all means, feel free to pull up a chair and have a look.
Louis Gleason joined Pixels on June 5th, 2012.