Painting 2 B: Story/poem about my photo and phrase

Project one painting photos

It was so warm and sunny


I have started by looking for the stock image on the dreamstime website to see what it’s caption was. The result was The man with an imperious look and the description was man isolated over white background.

Looked at a large number of arrogant looking young men in leather jackets before I noticed the ID number on the side of the photo. 🙂

Lets start by describing the image to get some words started:

Young man posing against a white background, wearing a black leather jacket and looking directly into camera down his nose. Lips closed fairly tightly and almost slightly pursed. Two piercings in his left ear. Previously trendy haircut but not looking like it has lots of product. Cleanshaven, grey eyes, brown hair. Looks like he may not have a shirt under his jacket. Look is slightly dated.

Let’s call him Nathan – Its a slightly dated name.

Nathan was a model. He was 28 when when this photo was taken in 2005. He was at the peak of his career modelling for catalogues. The arrogant look came naturally to him. He thought it was sexy but the truth was that it a little too cold for a Kmart catalogue.  Modelling work slowly dried up for Nathan and he moved on to pulling drinks in a bar. He wasn’t happy with this but he needed money. The look changed to one more resembling resentment. Life wasn’t quite turning out how he expected. He was alone except for his dog Scruff. But Scruff made Nathan smile and forget his fading dreams for a while.

Scruff loved to walk and Nathan accommodated him most days before he went to work at the bar in North Melbourne. They walked the streets together and appreciated the trees partially obscuring the public housing towers. Nathan was glad he didn’t live in those. He lived in a terrace house where the sun streamed in a front window on to his bed in the morning. Scruff slept on the bed and other times gazed out the window longingly.

Then the world changed. At 43 Nathan was the first to lose his job when the bar closed because of restrictions. The truth is he was already a bit old for that job and the managers used the restrictions to cut him loose. He’d been a bit short with customers and some of the younger female staff found him a bit creepy.

Nathan had already been struggling. When he looked in the mirror he still envisioned the young, sultry model rather than the middle aged barman. And now to be an unemployed middle aged barman living alone with his dog…. At first he tried to keep up with activities within the range of the pandemic restriction. He walked Scruff each day for exercise and went shopping at the supermarket. He zoomed with friends, mostly now married admittedly, and he commiserated with his family over the phone. He’d never been one much for family but his Mum was old and afraid now and to his credit he did chat with her and take some groceries to her once or twice.

Thankfully with no partner or kids he had managed to pay off his house so JobSeeker only had to stretch to food and utilities. Life was cheaper anyway because there was nowhere to go out and he no longer cared about fancy clothes. Days were spent in tracksuit pants and ugg boots watching Netflix and drinking beer.

After the initial flurry of drama and anxiety surrounding the pandemic, Nathan found that he was feeling simple flat and uninterested. He reduced the number of walks with Scruff and slept in until lunchtime. Sometimes he didn’t bother showering because, let’s face it, you can’t smell over zoom, and anyway those calls had dropped off. Sometimes he didn’t speak to anyone the whole day. He ate in bed and let the rubbish pile up.

Scruff was loyal, he stayed with Nathan and licked his hand. Sometimes he barked to try and get Nathan out of bed. But Nathan just wanted to sleep. In sleep he found escape. Outside it was so warm and sunny, but inside Nathan was cold to the core.


Man lying on a bed beneath a window showing a sunny day outside. Black dog sitting on his chest and looking out the window. Man has eyes closed and is pale, slightly unnaturally so and a bit blue. Posture is a bit awkward or splayed out. Want to suggest that he might be dead or sleeping. Day outside is red and yellow. Bed is messy and there is rubbish around.

Trouble is I will struggle to render this image. Maybe I can take some photos and transfer them on to fabric first and then paint over that? ? some sort of collage.

Painting progress photo.jpg

Just mapping out a possible layout for the painting. Very difficult to work out what you’re doing wet all I can see with this light sensitive dye is that the fabric gets wet with a bit of yellow colour. Have to rely on what I know of colour mixing without getting the feedback of seeing it.

This first attempt is all painting but I think I could get better imagery if I used masks to manipulate the subjects better – working outside and masking figure for example and then working into figure. Will give me sharper edges and a different look.




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