|Riverbank Willow, 9" X 14", 2006, inquire here for print.|
As for the scene, it reminds of the little people. There aren't any in it though--then it would be mere illustration. I'm trying to remain respectable here.
I took some work down to a respectable Annapolis gallery right on the main drag next to the warf--you know, where they used to sell slaves. The lady looked at my work and eventually asked what I did for a living. I proudly told her I was an illustrator. She retorted all too quickly, "Oh we don't show illustrators work here". "But I'm not showing illustration I'm showing art," I said. Her look told me to pack up my sorry crap and get out. I asked if I could have a look around. She said, "sure". As I made my way to the very back of the gallery there it was--a scratchboard illustration of a frickin elephant. I busted out laughing, made my way to the front of the place and out. To this day I would rather pull my fingernails out than go to an art gallery. OK that's a bit harsh. But I never mention I'm an illustrator to maintain respect.
Meanwhile, I showed this to some art directors as a prime example of colored pencil virtuousity and they tended to say "...yeah, but it doesn't say anything--to be a great illustration it has to say something."