Thursday, October 21, 2010
Patriots Squash Bugs
"Dinglebunny" shows his true red, white and blue colors, for the honor of the U.S.A. Or perhaps for Texas, or for Sadists Anonymous. Not really sure which; the rabbit won't tell me because he has no mouth.
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Brian Hagen,
dinglebunny
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Color Thoughts
When I created this piece, "Black Bird of Obsession," I enjoyed combining intuition and calculation. The drawing was spontaneous, the colors analyzed and weighed..
To me, the drawing conveyed unease and the unknown.
I wanted the color to provide harmony: excitement rather than the expected colors of men and ominous birds. So I choose unlikely, secondary colors, not the too-familiar shades of pure red, blue, and yellow.. I used the same vivid intensity on bird and man to link them thematically, and added gray to the color of the non-existent background to push it back.
I like the result. Does anyone have opinions about the choices? (Click on the image to enlarge.)
To me, the drawing conveyed unease and the unknown.
I wanted the color to provide harmony: excitement rather than the expected colors of men and ominous birds. So I choose unlikely, secondary colors, not the too-familiar shades of pure red, blue, and yellow.. I used the same vivid intensity on bird and man to link them thematically, and added gray to the color of the non-existent background to push it back.
I like the result. Does anyone have opinions about the choices? (Click on the image to enlarge.)
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Brian Hagen
Friday, August 27, 2010
Lady Soul
"Lady Soul": the final piece, created as a birthday gift for a friend.
The color experiments that got me there. Beware of browns, for they are infinite and subtle.
(Click on the images to enlarge.)
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Brian Hagen
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Después de pasar
Inspired by a passage from a poem by Federico García Lorca.
In English, the passage reads:
The lamps are put out.
Some blind girls
ask questions of the moon
and spirals of weeping
rise through the air.
In English, the passage reads:
The lamps are put out.
Some blind girls
ask questions of the moon
and spirals of weeping
rise through the air.
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Brian Hagen
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Fishing with my Father
When I was a boy, my father took me fishing on occasional summer days. We rarely went any further than the long breakwater rock paths, the breakwater that destroyed virtually all Redondo Beach surf.
We rarely caught anything at all, and one day I caught a fish that was probably 7 and 7/8 of an inch long. Just below the legal limit. My father didn't want me to be disappointed, and he proved that the fish really did meet the legal limit of eight inches.
I felt sorry for the fish, guilty, and I wouldn't kill it myself.
But it tasted good.
We rarely caught anything at all, and one day I caught a fish that was probably 7 and 7/8 of an inch long. Just below the legal limit. My father didn't want me to be disappointed, and he proved that the fish really did meet the legal limit of eight inches.
I felt sorry for the fish, guilty, and I wouldn't kill it myself.
But it tasted good.
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fish
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