
Back before I decided to toss the security of a steady paycheck out the window to become an artist, I used to work in the field of marketing. I'm not afraid to boast about my skill in the art of sales and marketing - I could sell anything to anyone. It doesn't take an MBA to figure out how to motivate people to buy useless things, all you really need is a sharp observation of human behavior and a little dash of predatory charm. Because it came naturally to me, my eyes would often glaze over while imprisoned in long and pointless product marketing meetings. While the team debated whether consumers preferred the red box or the blue box, I'd tune out and doodle in my sketchbook while blurting out "great idea!!" every 15 minutes to appear alert and give the impression I was listening. One such day, I stealthily sketched these images from news photos found in a
Newsweek magazine lying on the floor next to me:


Something about the gesture of the subjects captivated me, so I began sketching line drawings and messing around with composition:

Unable to stop thinking of my sketches, I went home that evening, poured myself a glass of wine, and began making color studies of the images.
In a Bacchanalian frenzy, I drank the entire bottle of wine, dragged an empty canvas out of storage, and began painting late into the night. Never had I felt so alive. It was approximately 4:30 am when I decided there was no other choice but to quit my job. The finished painting is at the top of this post.
Medium: acrylic on canvas.