When I first began painting, I discovered not only an exciting new avenue of self-expression, but an alternative sense of humor I never knew I possessed. These paintings are absurd. Ridiculous. Nonsensical. Silly. Amateur. And sometimes scary.
I attach no great importance to these things. My ‘style’, if it can be called as much, is that of a horrified child whose only weapon against his vision of monsters is a cheap brush loaded thickly with paint.
“The Decline of the Western Diet.”
Acrylic. Jan. 2020.
“The Years Have Not Been Kind.”
Acrylic. Dec. 2019.
“Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop.”
Acrylic. Dec. 2019.
“Decline of the Western Diet, Version 2”
Ink & colored pencil, 2020.
“It’s 3AM Again!”
Acrylic. Dec 2019.
“Faces Only A Mother Could Love.”
Acrylic. Dec. 2019.
“Doomed.”
Acrylic. Dec. 2019.
“Bob.”
Acrylic. Dec. 2019.
“Give and Take”, acrylic on 16 x 20in canvas. November 2018.
The Writer (self-portrait). Acrylic. November, 2018.
Tylor James 