Last time I painted a piece like this someone called it emo art (don’t worry it was just friendly banter and there was no nastiness meant by it), which really made me laugh. To be honest, I found this observation hilarious because it was very true. When I’m not making cute art, I’m creating dramatic spooky art. Some of the things I’ve painted, you could imagine an emo kid painting them while flicking their fringe back and listening to emo music. Strangely though, I’ve never been an emo and haven’t made any plans to become one (seems like a lot of work and would ruin my fall into the cupboard and wear whatever I fall into, approach to dressing). So, then what’s with the spooky looking painting below you ask?
For some reason when I paint from the heart this happens. A rather dramatic spooky looking piece of art that usually features dark colours, is created (I’ll add a few other examples of this at the end). I’m not exactly sure why this art style developed, but I think it’s partly to do with preferring darker colours and liking the way red and black looks together (maybe it’s just my inner emo shining through).
Getting back to explaining this latest spooky painting. In a nutshell, the stress of this time of year was getting to me, so I sat down to unwind by doing a bit of painting and the black paint started calling to me. It was saying “Nellsbert Kelleeic the first (not my actual name) use me and embrace the emo-ness within. Also take my friend red and use them well. Black paint alone to not enough to achieve the true emo look”. So, I listened and took the black and red paint (as well as the blue and white) and painted my little heart out. I switched black and red paint here, there and everywhere until finally I looked down and before me appeared a painting of a woman and a red eye shadow monster.
Okay that might be a little exaggerated, what actually happen was I seen the black paint and took a liking to it and thought red would go well with it. Then in true stressed out bunny fashion, I assumed the “need sleep” position, with one arm and head laying across the table and with the other arm, I painted whatever came to mind. In the process ruining my paint palette with black paint (which was formerly my dinner plate, until it was cracked and chipped by me dropping it), that is hell to get off. Oops!
But don’t worry, after an overnight soaking in bubbly water and a hell of a lot of scrubbing, I restored it to its former cracked and chipped beauty. Best darn paint palette I ever owned!
Hope you enjoyed this post and its mildly darker art style and
As always, Thanks for reading!