My dad was an artist. I think I have mentioned it in the past but he was a sketch artist, it was a hobby as a child but when he ‘grew up’ he stopped. I used to always go to him for nice lettering when I had a presentation or a science fair project that needed to look nice with pictures. We never hung any of his stuff on our walls it was saved for the kids things, finger paints and doodles and family portraits, but at my Grandma’s there was a painting of his. It was a painting done on black velvet (it was all the rage back in the 70’s) of a sad clown. It had the most vibrant colors, and he had a HUGE red nose. I used to stare at it when we went to my grandma’s for Christmas dinners with everyone. I was always proud my dad had made it, and I loved staring at it. I was quite young but that memory has stuck with me. It recently popped back up when my girlfriend went out for Halloween as a sad clown (it was epic by the way). As soon as I saw her dressed up like that the memory flooded back of my dad’s work.
So this is a little ‘Hommage’ to my dad, and his art, and the impression it made on me.
This is one of my favorite shoots and I find myself absolutely obsessed with it all. I have since returned to the set and created some mixed media pieces as well. I will make a blog about that in the future. For now enjoy the speed edit.