My Masters thesis seeks to find a way to successfully employ the themes, imagery and concepts found in H.P. Lovecraft’s "At the Mountains of Madness" to extend his own creation of artifacts that will elicit a feeling of the Sublime in the viewer. The end result will be a solid body of 10 or more works, and a substantial amount of supporting studies and preparatory pieces.
Over the last few years, I have been exploring in greater and greater depth, various painting techniques and approaches, always with an eye to better express a fundamental alienation and terror that should accompany a rational and reasoned understanding of humanity's place in the Cosmos. These paintings are cocoons. I can feel their claws and tentacles squirming beneath the surface but they aren't alive yet. They are missing something. Still, their forms and shadows have shown me where I need to go.
The bulk of these pieces are explorations and investigations. I had made a choice to paint, to be an artist, but paint what? Express what? What was the fundamental thought that I wished to give voice to? I look back at these paintings and hear no singing. These poor things had no voice because I had no direction and clarity of vision. Don't get me wrong: I'm not saying that I am not proud of some of them nor that they are amateurish. I am merely saying that we must recognize them for what they are: technical and visual explorations without a clear intent.
This is some of my student work, and subsequent explorations. Some of it is fun, some of it is playful, most of it is ham-fisted and awkward but, still, everyone has to start somewhere. During this time, I really went wild with techniques and approaches. I was trying to develop a visual vocabulary that could give adequate voice to what I wanted to express. I was also painting quite intermitently as, and when, I got to it. This represents mostly an exploration of techniques and approaches, not neccessarily with any clear direction.