Walt Whitman painting I did on a piece of cardboard. For most of my previous paintings, I used a kind of line-based drawing-in-paint method, but for this I actually tried to "paint all at once" and start with an amorphous white blob which I gradually sharpened into Mr. Whitman.
If you're ever in the mopes, pick up a copy of Leaves of Grass. His love for life is terrifically contagious, and I'm not sure it's possible to read him in any depth without being fundamentally altered for the better.
I will sing the song of companionship,
I will show what alone must finally compact these,
I believe these are to found their own ideal of manly love, indicating in me,
I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me,
I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires,
I will give them complete abandonment,
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love,
For who but I should understand love with all its sorrow and joy? And who but I should be the poet of comrades?
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