Ferris Bueller's Day off is one of my favorite movies. Not because of Ferris, I can't identify with him other than the fact that I had a computer before I had a car. I identify with Cameron. I worry too much. I'm too grouchy for my own good. I overthink things. I occasionally get to hang out with cool people doing cool things and I'm just lucky to be there. Heck, I'm a Detroit Red Wings fan pretty much because Cameron wore a Gordie Howe jersey in that movie.
Three scenes define that movie for me. "Ferris Bueller, you're my hero" is one of my favorite lines of all time. The baseball scenes are wonderful simply because the Cubs are playing the Braves. The best scene is the one in the museum. Ever since the first time I saw this scene it grabbed me by the throat and shook me to the core. While normal people are off snogging, Cameron and I are getting lost in a painting. Their animalistic hormonal jollies will never match the bliss of losing oneself in a masterpiece. Cameron in a Seurat. Me in a Finster. Or Dali. Or Miro.
I watched the film last night and decided to paint something for myself to take a break from the stuff I'm painting for other people. So I painted Cameron. Losing himself in that little girl's face in Seurat's painting. I'm happy with how it came out.
This was painted on a canvasy 9x12" paper for acrylic paints. Six colors were used: Black, white, blue, brown, suede and fuchsia. It was originally going to be a quick half-hour painting but took about two. A goodly amount of vodka aided the creative process. Here's the reference photo I used.
And the scene it came from.
Don't really have anything more to say, there's not much I can do to tie this into baseball, which is what this blog is supposedly about. Well, nothing other than HEEEEEEEEEY BATTER BATTER BATTER SAWIIIIIIIING BATTER HECANTHITHECANTHITHECANTHIT SAWIIING BATTER. So relax and enjoy the arts. I'm going to the Braves' open house tomorrow so maybe you'll get some good pics by Sunday.
