A flash portrait I painted of Louis Ferdinand Celine between the hours of 3 and 4 am last night (February 6th, 2009). I had some steam to let off after being dicked around all day on another (paying) project, so I decided to do this.
L.F. Celine wrote Journey to the End of the Night, probably one of my favorite novels of all time. Every chance I get, I try to encourage people to read it, but surprisingly few have ever been brave enough to make the effort. Their loss.
Anyways, without this man, a great deal of the influential 20th Century literature you love and take for granted may not have been written. Everybody from Henry Miller to Jack Kerouac to Kurt Vonnegut have counted themselves amongst his acolytes.
His writing wasn’t always pretty, but it was truthful, even when that truth, as Celine saw it, was appalling to the eyes of outside viewers.
But, seriously … go read that book. You won’t regret it.
(Again, bad photo. Like all the other photos of my larger works, there is a bit of skewing present here, and some of the detail is lost. I really need to find somebody who’ll take pictures of these damn things for me, because I suck at that part of the process.)
Oils on 11″ × 14″ canvas panel.