There’s something machine-like in big fish, I always thought. The way their fins move, the fixed facial expression, the intricate mechanism of their skull and jaws. Here, I let this impression, as well as memories of Jules Verne’s 20,000 leagues under the sea, and footage of live coelacanths, guide me to this early stint into fantastic realism.
This was painted entirely from imagination at a festival, without any reference photos. I don’t usually do that, but in this case I think it worked out fine.
Acrylics on Canvas, 100×70cm
There’s something machine-like in big fish, I always thought. The way their fins move, the fixed facial expression, the intricate mechanism of their skull and jaws. Here, I let this impression, as well as memories of Jules Verne’s 20,000 leagues under the sea, and footage of live coelacanths, guide me to this early stint into fantastic realism.
This was painted entirely from imagination at a festival, without any reference photos. I don’t usually do that, but in this case I think it worked out fine.
Acrylics on Canvas, 100×70cm