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oneirophreniaRay Caesar is my new favorite artist.
First of all, he is an incredibly accomplished artist, technically--something I always appreciate (which is why I like even Thomas Kinkade, whose paintings may be sentimental tripe but MY GOD can that man handle detail and color!). But, more importantly, there's something disturbingly whimsical about his art that appeals to the disturbed little Victorian child locked inside my mind. Something tells me some of his paintings are going to inspire scenes in an upcoming novel, because one of these days I'm just going to crack already and write a book called Oneirophrenia which will not make ONE BIT of sense, but will be so eerie and strange that everyone will have to read it and try to figure it out. Like Samuel Beckett crossed with Dickens and trapped in a 1920's autopsy theatre.
First of all, he is an incredibly accomplished artist, technically--something I always appreciate (which is why I like even Thomas Kinkade, whose paintings may be sentimental tripe but MY GOD can that man handle detail and color!). But, more importantly, there's something disturbingly whimsical about his art that appeals to the disturbed little Victorian child locked inside my mind. Something tells me some of his paintings are going to inspire scenes in an upcoming novel, because one of these days I'm just going to crack already and write a book called Oneirophrenia which will not make ONE BIT of sense, but will be so eerie and strange that everyone will have to read it and try to figure it out. Like Samuel Beckett crossed with Dickens and trapped in a 1920's autopsy theatre.
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Date: 2005-03-15 02:15 pm (UTC)