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If you want to skip this bit and just look at the art, I would not blame you. However, as some kind of biopic is considered obligatory, it does allow me to briefly chart the course that brought me to where I am today.
It really started with painting bits of motorbikes. That is when I began to do celtic art anyway. Previously, I had messed about with an airbrush and used oil paints. It was very basic back then. I had no compressor for the airbrush and could only afford the odd can of compressed air. My main means of air supply was from a car tyre inner tube, using an old bicycle pump to inflate it. It took about half an hour to get a sufficient pressure. Then a couple of minutes spraying to deflate it. Progress was slow. Getting a compressor was a revelation, even the cheap and nasty one I first had. When buying my next compressor, I was informed that the previous one was good only for a doorstop! Almost as soon as I got my first motorbike (in 1980 aged 17), I took bits off and painted them. For several years, my main canvas was the petrol tank and mudguard. Two of the bikes I painted appeared in shows and had articles in bike magazines about them. A painting of mine accompanied the second article. This was the first printed appearance of my art. Both bikes were covered in celtic patterns, as was the painting. The techniques I used back then provided the groundwork for the way I work now. Previously, I would cut out stencils in masking film with a scalpel. The image sprayed on with an airbrush and details added with a paintbrush or technical pen. Now I create alpha channel masks in Photoshop and use them to colour in or alter areas of an image. The only real difference is, that the Photoshop masks can be used as often as I want. I well remember one set of masks that took three days to draw and cut out then 15 minutes to spray. After peeling off the petrol tank, the masks were unusable. (See the BSA tank in the gallery of bike pictues) A common feature in some of my early artwork was Stonehenge. It was inevitable really. It has had a strong hold on me in my formative years. The Stones are only a few miles away. The school I went to was called Stonehenge school. The school badge was even of the Stones. I have been to many solstice and equinox celebrations there. Seen a full moon from within the circle itself. Watched the sun go up, the sun go down. Felt the wind and rain in the bleak old place. I remember the now departed festival with affection and a certain band in particular. |
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© Chris Down 2007
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