Sunday 20 November 2011

Jamie's Italian Reading, Review

Dined at Jamie's Italian Wednesday Night, November 2011.  We all ordered different things from the Menu so we could all comment on each dish.  The Black Spaghetti went down very well.  The veal was excellent and the steaks were made by the amazing flavours in the side dishes adding delicacy and spices. 

I have no complaints about the prices of the food although one lady in the company thought it was pricey (but she doesn't like spending money anyway, lol ). 

The waiter that served us was called Chris and he added his own style and character and great recommendations.  The wines were excellent as I comfortable got stuck in to the Shiraz.  The Pinot was re-ordered too.

Desserts were fab too, especially the Brownie and the Ice Cream Bombe.

The only thing lacking was Art in the place.  So as an Artist I left Jamie my Business Card.

Great night out, recommended.


Happy Dining :-D
http://www.jamieoliver.com/italian/
http://www.deanjamesart.co.uk/




Sunday 30 October 2011

PHILOSOPHER IMMANUEL KANT ON NATURAL AND ARTISTIC BEAUTY

 For this Blog entry, I have decided not to write about Halloween, haha, but I am looking at Philosophy and especially philosophical views regarding Art.  This will be an ongoing entry from time to time and I kick off with Immanuel Kant ( 22 April 1724 – 12 February 1804 ).  This article is an excerpt from one of my University College  essays and is complete with references.

Portrait of the Philosopher Immanuel Kant by Dean James


In the Critique of the Power of Judgment, Kant moves explicitly in this direction, in proposing ‘‘the form of the purposiveness of an object”1  that causes ‘‘the harmonious free play of the cognitive faculties”2 in us as the defining feature in any beautiful object, natural or artistic. The point of Kant’s terminology is not to enable the clear resolution of disagreements by specifying an art-relevant property in objects about whose instances everyone will immediately agree. He is quite aware that the phrase ‘‘form of purposiveness” is so vague that its application will be reasonably disputed (even if underlying such disputes there is in principle a genuine question of correctness).3 Rather, the point of Kant’s phrases is to begin to suggest why the experience of beauty, natural and artistic alike, matters to us. It is more than a mere affirmative buzz or tingle. It is a pleasurable feeling with a distinct causal history and, in virtue of that history, a distinct significance for us.

In pleasing us, natural and artistic beauty, according to Kant, serve no exterior purpose. The experience of beauty does not yield knowledge, and it does not of itself enable the satisfaction of desires for material goods. Yet it is not nonetheless merely agreeable or pleasant;4 instead,
the experience of beauty matters. Beauty in nature makes us feel as though the natural world were congenial to our purposes and projects. In feeling the beautiful natural object to be ‘‘as it were” intelligible or made for us to apprehend it, we further feel that nature as a whole -- which seems
to ‘‘shine forth” in beauty -- is favorable to our cognitive and practical interests as subjects. To experience a beautiful sunset, according to Kant, is to feel (though not to know theoretically) that nature makes sense.

Pleasure in the beautiful is also in no way practical, neither like that from the pathological
ground of agreeableness nor like that from the intellectual ground of the represented good. But yet it has a causality in itself, namely that of maintaining the state of the representation of the mind and the
occupation of the cognitive powers without a further aim. We linger over the consideration of the beautiful because this consideration strengthens and reproduces itself . . .5

Though Kant’s terminology may be difficult, the experience he is describing is a familiar one. Beautiful objects of nature or art engage our attention.  We enjoy them in paying active, cognitive attention to them, even if we acquire from them neither definite theoretical knowledge of nature
nor material goods nor mere (passively received) pleasant sensations.

The experience of successful art then combines the experience of natural beauty with the invigorating experience of the natural sublime.6 In stemming from genius, ‘‘the talent (natural gift) that gives the rule to art,”7 the successful work of art is necessarily original. It proceeds not
from copying or aping (Nachmachung), but from taking up and freely imitating (Nachahmung), following after, or being inspired by prior artistic work.22 Genius cannot describe or indicate scientifically how it brings its product into being . . . [

T]he author of a product that he owes to his genius does not
know himself how the ideas for it come to him, and also does not have
it in his power to think up such things at will or according to plan, and
to communicate to others precepts that would put them in a position to
produce similar works.8


In thus springing forth chthonically in and through the genius in its maker, rather than according to any definite plan, the successful work of art resembles such sublime, terrifying yet invigorating natural phenomena as overhanging rocks, storms at sea, and raging torrents. Arguably Kant overstates the point, in that makers of art must have some rough conception of what they are trying to do (compose a sonata or paint a still life or write a novel, say). Moreover, the ability to produce art successfully can be cultivated through training and practice. But (like Aristotle in remarking
that sometimes rules can be broken successfully) Kant captures our sense that in artistic production some free experimentation with the materials and formal possibilities of a medium normally takes place. This free experimentation or improvisation, beyond mere aping, is a source of our interest in the artistic product. The work of art and the power of free production that it evidences inspire us, its audience. Our own cognitive powers are ‘‘animated,”9 as we are brought to feel that we have like
powers that might likewise be brought to expression in fully achieved, exemplary action and its products.

Yet despite being chthonically original in stemming from natural genius, the genuine work of art must also be exemplary. ‘‘Since there can also be original nonsense”25 that is not art, the genuine work of art must be intelligible or make sense. While being original, the products of genius ‘‘must at the same time be models.”10 As in the experience of beauty in nature, the audience must feel as though the product is favorable to our cognitive and practical interests as subjects, something we can or could
take as a model and follow after. It must seem to us to model and anticipate a world of subjects who act all at once fully, freely, expressively, and according to deeply purposive reason, without coercion or constraint.

Kant’s accounts of both natural and artistic beauty have considerable appeal. Natural and artistic beauty seem to engage and absorb the eye or ear together with the attentive mind, and they seem valuable ‘‘for their own sake,” rather than for the sake of any exterior cognitive or practical
interest. Dewey notes that attention to the formed work of art resembles an experience of thinking about something else via the use of signs and symbols, yet the focus remains on the work itself and on its qualities,which are evident in attentive perception.11 Attending to formal qualities and interrelations in the work may well produce the kind of pleasurable absorption and have the kind of value that Kant says it has. The satisfying arrangement of qualities or formal elements is a criterion of art.
Yet we may also doubt whether Kant’s account is wholly adequate to the varieties of art. Kant’s central terms ‘‘form of purposiveness” and ‘‘harmonious free play of the cognitive faculties” are vague and metaphysical.

They do not point to any neutral, uncontestable procedures for identifying successful works. Though he holds that works of art do express indefinite ‘‘aesthetic ideas” -- ideas such as justice and freedom that can only be figuratively symbolized, not directly embodied in things present to sense experience28 -- his focus on formal elements and the pleasure of apprehending them may underrate the representational and cognitive dimensions of some art. Many works of twentieth-century art, including much of Dada, conceptual art, and performance art, seem more provocative and ‘‘assertational” than intended to provide pleasure in the apprehension of formal elements.

Nonetheless, where provocative and assertational intentions wholly override the imperative to achieve satisfying form in a medium, then the status of the product as art becomes subject to some doubt. The result of wholly provocative or assertational intentions swerves toward tract, screed,
or propaganda, and away from art. As Dewey puts it, ‘‘doing or making is artistic,” as opposed to exclusively theoretical, symbolic, communicative, political, and so forth, ‘‘when the perceived result is of such a nature that its qualities as perceived have controlled the question of production.”12 Practitioners in the studio and workshop do pay special attention to formal elements and their interrelationships. They typically monitor and correct their production in order to achieve an absorptive coherence of elements. Likewise, critics typically attend to the formal details of the presence or absence of such an achievement in a work. While it is true that all objects have form, attention to singular arrangements of elements that invite and sustain absorptive engagement is central to the artistic enterprise. In Dewey’s phrasing,

Objects of industrial art have form -- that adapted to special uses. These objects take on aesthetic form, whether they are rugs, urns, or baskets, when the material is so arranged and adapted that it seems immediately the enrichment of the immediate experience of the one whose aesthetic perception is directed to it . . .Where the form is liberated from limitation to a specialized end and serves also the purposes of an immediate and vital experience, the form is aesthetic and not merely
useful.13



1 Purposiveness without a purpose or finality without an end (Zweckmässigkeit ohne
Zweck) is the subject of the ‘‘Third Moment” of the ‘‘Analytic of the Beautiful,” §§10--17
of the Critique of the Power of Judgment. See in particular Kant’s ‘‘Definition of the
beautiful inferred from this third moment” in Critique of the Power of Judgment, trans.
Paul Guyer and Eric Matthews (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2000), p. 120.
2 Kant initially develops the idea of the harmonious free play of imagination
(focusing on a single object or work) and understanding in the Critique of the Power of
Judgment, introduction, section 7. To say that imagination and understanding ‘‘play
freely” is to say that we intuit or focus on an object without seeking or arriving at any
definite knowledge of the object intuited; to say that they do this harmoniously is to
say that in our focusing on the object it is nonetheless ‘‘as though” understanding
takes place.
3 See Critique, trans. Guyer and Matthews, p. 163. Kant’s defense of the intersubjective
validity of judgments of taste and his explanation of how there can nonetheless
be disagreement in overt verdicts issued by apprehenders will be considered in
chapter 7.
4 Kant distinguishes the (morally)
5 ibid., §12, p. 107.
6 Kirk Pillow has argued persuasively that the work of art is seen by Kant as having
a sublime content -- an indeterminately large and not quite wholly unified fund
of ideas, emotions, and attitudes that challenges the imagination in attempting to
trace and present it -- somehow coherently housed within a beautiful form. See Kirk
Pillow, Sublime Understanding (Cambridge, MA: MIT Press, 2001), especially chapter 3,
‘‘Sublime Understanding.”
7 Kant, Critique, trans. Guyer and Matthews, §46, p. 186.
8 See ibid., §47, p. 188; see also §49, p. 196, on aping and copying versus inspiration
and serving as a model.
9 ibid., §46, p. 187.
10 See ibid., §12, p. 107 and §48, p. 194, for references to animation.
25 ibid., §46, p. 186. 2
6 ibid.
11 See Dewey, Art as Experience, p. 38.
12 On aesthetic ideas see Kant, Critique, trans. Guyer and Matthews, §49, pp. 191--96,
and on symbolization see §59, pp. 225--27.
13 Dewey, Art as Experience, p. 48.
14 ibid., p. 116.
15 ibid., p. 38.






Saturday 15 October 2011

My Heart and My Heart

This is my online eShop, or eStore, if you want to call it that :-)
I expose my Art, but in this small navigation menu Category, I expose my Heart.



I am from Jewish background (mother's lineage) and Roman Catholic Christian background (father's heritage).

It was strange as a child. When the Catholics came round, my thoughts were with the Jew. When the Jews came round, my thoughts were with the Roman Catholics! I suppose I was a slippery fish.

My life has been a wrestling with Eloha (Aramaic for GOD). Will He accept me? Will He Love me? I was brought up with 'works' and 'condemnations.' and patriarchal systems which excluded sensitivities. I was engrained with 'we are right, they are wrong,' from whichever group of people I have met.

The first school I went to was Christian, Church of England. The school I attended had a very close relationship with the Church of England. Even from a very early age, I loved painting, drawing, and singing and making music. I quickly and for me, naturally progressed in all of these areas. Drawing and painting was, well, 'easy.' I also am fond of music and found singing and playing any musical instrument easy too.

When I paint, i can 'see.' When I sing, I can 'hear.' I try to mix both of these attributes into any works of art that I produce because I want the viewer or listener to 'feel' this Art with me. I want them to share in the very same 'kiss of the Angel' that I feel when I am doing what I was created to do and enjoy in an unexpressible joy the beauty and gift of life and being a human being.

When I paint, it is 'other worldly.' When I sing, I get the same feeling. Shivers run up and down my spine and all my hairs stand on end as I make the brush stroke that make me think, 'Wow!' It is not unusual for me to weep 'happy tears' as I paint or make music.

So. How did I come about this spiritual encounter? Well, I didn't do anything! I mean this in the sense that it was not my doing at all. I wanted to know God (I am using the English 'God' to make the reading of this easier).

My wife was pregnant with our first child and I was wondering how I could be a good father to my children and bring them up on a way that was unbiased, in one sense 'unreligious,' and in another sense gave them access to the Creator and Source of all things freely!



So I made a visit to various religious communities because I thought it would be a good place to start. All I got was judgmentalism and rejections (even from spiritual leaders themselves who I later found out were actually engaged in adulterous affairs themselves!). The problem all of thee religious leaders had was that at the time I wasn't yet married. In love and totally committed, yet judged because I wasn't wearing the right badge. I finally walked into a Christian bookshop and asked Helen, the woman serving me, if she had any books regarding parental philosophy. I was shocked by her reply.


She told me that there were loads of books about 'philosophy.' What startled me even more was her next remark.

"Its a Relationship! That's what you need!"
" A relationship?" I responded.
"I've already got one woman pregnant and don't want to get another one up the duff!"

She laughed at me. But it was a laughing with me.

At that moment, her husband Eric, a Director, walked by and smiled at Helen and chuckled too. I laughed too. I am afraid I have a habit of laughing at my own jokes and myself. In fact, my laughter tarts when I shave in the mornings. Until I realise its my own face in the mirror.

"No, it's a Relationship with God you need!"
"What?" I thought? "A r-e-l-a-t-i-o-n-s-h-i-p with G-O-D? How is THAT possible!"

I thought I had a clever answer. Helen's was even better:
"Read this from John."

Helen put a ribbon in the starting point. It was like a big University text book. It said 'NIV Study Bible' on it.

"Who is Niv?" I asked.

Helen laughed and told me that it was an abbreviation for 'New International Version.' Some people call it 'Nearly Inspired Version.' It is a translation. And like all translations, not a p e r f e c t copy. But there is enough Grace in even the tiniest, minutest grain of faith. i started walking off with it, then Helen gave me the price tag. 'Good businesswoman! What a sales pitch!' I thought to myself.




Every time I picked up this Bible, it started 'reading' me. It was like 'Magic Eye' digital art, where the 3D image would jump out at me! the words spoke deep into y spirit and tugged at my heart. I physically could feel this spiritual activity. I even went to my General Practitioner, Dr Kumar (Mrs) about it and there was nothing wrong with me at all! My blood pressure reading came in at 120/80 mmHg. Perfect! (and I thank Eloha that it still is to this day)







So I 'fleeced' God. I said to Him, "I want everything to go right with this pregnancy. And if it does, I want to see You in it and then I will follow You!" What was I doing? Would God hear me or listen? Did He care? According to my upbringing and relatives and acquaintances and 'exes' I was doomed to a Hell of Lake Fire without hope! My wife's pregnancy went text book style.

To the day. I found myself doing strange things like holding her and praying for her. What was I doing? Was I meditating to myself? There was a big movement. I remember the night of August 22nd 1994 very clearly. I was trying to make ends meet between my Art and Music and had a job working for a very stingy freemason run family business called 'Waltons.' They let me use a very crappy 1.3 litre company car for personal use, if it would start. I asked God to make the car start. As I prayed, that NIV Bible fell off the shelf. I picked it up and that split moment really took a grasp of me.

It was like a step from eternity into my life. But I didn't know what was about to happen. I just knew something was happening. I was about to become a dad! At the hospital, my wife's waters broke. As they did, i saw in my mind's eye Yeshua (Jesus) being baptised in Israel. There is blood in a natural birth.

The epidural hadn't taken effect and my wife could feel the full pangs of labour pain. Fiona held my hand. As she screamed, I saw Yeshua (Jesus) in her face. In my mind's eye, I saw Yeshua, Jesus, being crucified.

His Blood fell from the Cross and onto me. I was covered in The Blood of Meshikha Yeshua, (Yeshua HaMashiach / Jesus The Christ!). His Crown of Thorns was because of all of MY evil thoughts. His Hands Pierced through with nail spikes because of all of the evil I had done with my hands. His Feet nail spiked pierced trough because of everywhere I had gone without a care or thought for God and His Will. And His Heart pierced through with a spear for all of the evil I have done that I am not even aware of, past, present and future. The Blood of Yeshua (Jesus) cleanses from ALL sins and casts out ALL evil for all eternity and eternities!

The next thing I know I was called some names that I do not want to repeat within this website :-) My first son was born! "Call him Immanuel!" my wife Fiona said. Immanuel means 'God is with us!' I held my son Immanuel and cried very happy tears! My wife and I were very happy as we had a very beautiful and healthy baby son! Wow! As Immanuel was taken to be weighed and cleaned up, the epidural finally had its full effect and my wife went sleep pretty exhausted as eight hours had passed. It was 5:45am on 23rd August 1994. A summer morning, yet everything turned to darkness. A thunder storm outside. I could feel a very peaceful presence.

"This is what 'Shalom' is."

Then my heart was convicted. The Presence was so great, I was heavy and weighed down. I broke into tears and I could feel my heart sinking deep down into the depths of the earth. Everything was deep dark and black. There was no light, only terrible heat of loneliness and darkness and an unrecognisable wailing of what was loud yet silent. It was chaos, hell. Then I saw a Tomb door open. A round stone rolled open and Yeshua (Jesus) walked out towards me. In a Gentle Voice that I had not listened to before but knew. Oh, how I know this Voice! Love! Healing! Light! Blessings! Spirit! Life!

"Come to Me!"

The Voice was very clear. A Man in radiant Light and Glory speaking to me and said;

"Dean James!"

I looked up! I saw Yeshua (Jesus) standing there in front of me! All I could say was,
"God of Jesus! Come into my life!"

He smiled and laughed lovingly and came towards me. As He got closer, He smiled and walked towards me and yet He appeared then more 'Spiritual,' and as He hugged me, He walked 'into' me! I though He was going to walk through me like a Ghost, but He walked in to me and lives in me now. Forever. I had become 'anew.' I AM born again. Forgiven. A Citizen of Heaven.



If you would like to meet Yeshua (Jesus) you can! Right now! I have seen over a thousand people come to know Yeshua (Jesus) since I met Him and you can too if you do not know Him. Just say,

'Yeshua (Jesus) have mercy upon me a sinner! Cleanse me by Your Blood and save me. Deliver me, heal me and live through me. I don't just want to be a 'convert' I want to be a disciple.'

Sign up to the newsletter and let me know that you have made this decision on my blog page http://deanjamesart.blogspot.com/ and lets share there and walk with Him together! Sincere Peace and Love, Dean James x



'He smiled and walked towards me!' 10% of all the profits from Dean James Art do not go towards any religious organisations, but go towards charities that are concerned with healing the sick, giving to the poor and casting out evil from people's lives where they are being restricted, even by their governments (such as extremism).



'He smiled and walked towards me!'

Wednesday 5 October 2011

A Brief Tutorial About Looking at Art

The Olympics: Sprint

Here is a painting I have made:


Rather than my explanation of this Painting, i want you to take another lesson in looking at Art.

I am taking you back to my College lessons in Art.  I visit a theoretical class which was in the History of Art module. 

My professor asked us to look at a Painting from way back.  It is natural to want to draw close to the Painting.  So resist.  Draw back.  And step back a bit farther again. 

What is your new first impression of the Painting you are looking at?  What is the Artist trying to say in the composition?  What did the Artist have to wrestle with as the painting was being made?  What was the end point goal that the Artist had in mind?  How does the positioning of the characters or subject matter in the painting give its message?  What sort of tonal palette has the Artist chosen? 

Now, with eyes varying from half closed to open, take a closer look at the Painting.  In the squinting of abstract feel, can you see any indication of ‘chiaroscuro.’  This is a term from Latin / Italian for ‘light and dark.’  Revisit the light and dark shades.  Are they really dark?  Are they really light?  Or is it that there are rich different tones that impress a light and dark effect? 

It is my hope that you have used this simple approach to looking at this painting and others!  It is also my desire that some of the beautiful and simple secrets locked into this painting inspire you and delight you.

Peace and Love,
Dean James x

www.deanjamesart.co.uk

Monday 26 September 2011

What is Behind the Mask?

Have you ever wondered about ‘masks?’  I have to change the Blog article for this week because I have been struck by some fascinating intrigue.  I have been commissioned to do some regular work by a new Client and am looking forward to it (details in a future Blog article J ).  As I went through my Portfolio demonstrating some of my works, my Client said, “Ah, stop!  That picture is amazing.....yet you must take it away from me because it...it frightens me!”  “I haven’t told you its price yet,” I joked as I tried to make light of the fears oozing out of my Client.



Loved it, but didn’t want to look at it.  Now that is a different sort of review! 
The original Commissioner for ‘The Ball Mask,’ was to help a Psychologist in therapeutic counselling.  The Psychologist would point to the painting, gauge a reaction, and then explain that people ‘wear’ masks.  Some for good and some for bad.  It was the ‘masks’ that were preventing the person from living a fulfilling life that the depth psychologist aimed to uncover and skilfully discard.

I believe that everyone goes through ‘mask stripping,’ in their lifetime.  It is a part of moving from one experience to another.  A putting off of an old phase as one enters a new phase.  Some masks come at you like a revelation.  OMG factor written all over them.  Some turn up and are easy to put down.  A little bit like a Halloween mask at Easter time.  Or even Easter eggs at Hanukkah?  This sounds bizarre, but i do come from a mixture of backgrounds that intertwines with different religious beliefs and demands a response and ‘image’ for each one! 

Just look at Society.  The western world ‘demands’ a mask and even forces one on you.  Whether it is the Sports Personality of the Year, or Oscar winner.  Or the recent elected politician.  The accountant and the lawyer.  The policeman and the convicted burglar.  The masks and tags that society gives pushes us away from being free from identity but losing ourselves into some form of identity, but only for a while.  Take a look at the retired accountant.  What is that person now?  Are they glad?  Are they free?  What about the A Lister celebrity that becomes Z Lister?  What about the bishop that wants to be newsreader?  Or the rabbi that wants to be a rock star? 

Everyone has to search their inner person, or soul or spirit as some people put it.  Pablo Picasso said that, "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." 
There is ‘light’ in the ‘darkness’ and ambience of ’the Ball mask.’  You will see there are no eyes in face of the mask.  The person’s face has no eyes when it peers through the mask.  The darkness is the person who does not know their masks.  The light is the revelation.  Yet it shines like the most precious gold.  Worth everything, yet it holds the person to the bondage of never really being free.  The precious, priceless, finest Canadian Golden Maple Leafs and Krugerrands, glue the mask in place.  Yet get some light behind it and the mask turns into fool’s gold!

There are feasts of thoughts and journeys to be found in ‘The Ball Mask,’ and I hope you gaze at the picture long enough to go on your own journey with it.  J

Peace and Love
Dean James x

www.deanjamesart.co.uk

Wednesday 21 September 2011

Portrait Intimacy: 'Red Hat' by Dean James

A question I often get asked by photographers is “why paint?” What can a painting “do” that a photograph doesn’t “do”? These series of questions are designed to help you understand what a painting can “do” that a photograph doesn’t “do”. The series of questions that arise are all about careful observation. Every question can be used to help you make choices when you paint, or view a painting.

I start this blog about one of my paintings called ‘Red Hat.’  It is available to buy in my eStore.  Here is a digital version of it:


                                                       'Red Hat,' by Dean James

Takako is a model from Japan.  I caught up with her after the 2011 Earthquake and Tsunami disaster that shook the whole world, not only the Japanese nation.  Takako is a very interesting model.  Very sophisticated.

What i did was a photo shoot and then after the photoshoot, look through the images and use them as a reference.

The days are gone where the model used to ‘live’ with the Artist until they drove each other nuts, even to the point of the likes of van Gogh dismembering bodily parts. 

What struck me about the image I printed off and put next to my easel was the way Takako is holding her shoulder.  It struck me as though, even though the pose was about ‘hand-to-shoulder’ routine stuff, this was different.

It wasn’t until after I had sketched the model, gained her approval, and then started to paint that a deep longing for the relief and help for the future of the Japanese people overtook me in my painting.

I found the paint brush strokes picking up colours that not only reflected her ‘hat’ but showed a leaking onto the rest of her.  It was a case of ‘hats off’ to Takako merging with ‘hats blown off’ by a terrible stormy disaster.

I couldn’t help but express myself and could hear the cry of the lost as I painted each stroke.  I wept as I painted this.  Yet the colours turn subtle, and the tears turn to one of hope for the future, and a joy on the rebuilding and turn towards a stronger, new foundation, albeit, in a stormy zone of unpredictable oceanic and crust activities, hostile to any man’s new technological devices of survival. 

Japan will rebuild herself and be strong again.  Takako’s hat is red.  The future is bright. 

Peace and Love
Dean James x



"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." (Degas)

Tuesday 20 September 2011

Iconic Marilyn Monroe Meditation


This was a bizarre meditation!  Just as I had finished my first round of meditations, I had a vigorous work out and then went to my ‘wind down after exercise’ meditation zone.  Just as I was on the level, I saw her!  I saw a portrait of Marilyn Monroe that I had sketched.  So here it is!  I couldn’t  ‘chill’ again until I had painted it. 

Hope you like it J

I drew Marilyn Monroe in single sweep lines.  I was trying to capture her vibrancy and style in single, quick strokes.  I painted the image from memory, so this really is how I see her, although it is not like the flash I saw of her in my mind’s eye.  It would be impossible to paint that image because it was an image of light from another world, or perhaps just deep in my subconscious mind?

Marilyn Monroe remains a major legendary icon.  I have put this Sketch in my eStore, www.deanjamesart.co.uk for you to own too, if you wish.  Just so you don’t get distracted from your meditations.  Perhaps you will be inspired instead J

Peace and Love
Dean James x