Shocked by the Madness of it all original painting drawing by Chris Shopland mixed media acrylic on A5 paper
Some faces arrive loosely, driven more by emotion and raw energy than by detail or technical precision. This one feels like a moment of being caught in the headlights—moving through life without a manual, difficulty set to “insanity,” is this but the matrix, a video game? The kind of luck, the unlucky 1%, where if something can go wrong, it probably will and probably will happen to you. Anyone else have these cynical, jaded moments? This is why I paint, to remind myself of the human spirit an beauty still left in the world.
It reflects that feeling of looking at the state of the world and choosing, instead, to paint. To create. To hope—quietly but stubbornly—that healing is still possible if we each take care of our own small corner, our families, our towns, our inner calm. It is not selfish to go within, sometimes it is essential. By adding beauty, patience, and understanding to our communities, we nudge the world toward something gentler. this may be a loose crazy sketch of a painting but it seeks volumes beyond the sum of its parts, like many of my work does (some just from observation celebrating nature, others a message, some a portrait but all have emotion within the layers)
Shocked by the Madness of it all original painting drawing by Chris Shopland mixed media acrylic on A5 paper
Some faces arrive loosely, driven more by emotion and raw energy than by detail or technical precision. This one feels like a moment of being caught in the headlights—moving through life without a manual, difficulty set to “insanity,” is this but the matrix, a video game? The kind of luck, the unlucky 1%, where if something can go wrong, it probably will and probably will happen to you. Anyone else have these cynical, jaded moments? This is why I paint, to remind myself of the human spirit an beauty still left in the world.
It reflects that feeling of looking at the state of the world and choosing, instead, to paint. To create. To hope—quietly but stubbornly—that healing is still possible if we each take care of our own small corner, our families, our towns, our inner calm. It is not selfish to go within, sometimes it is essential. By adding beauty, patience, and understanding to our communities, we nudge the world toward something gentler. this may be a loose crazy sketch of a painting but it seeks volumes beyond the sum of its parts, like many of my work does (some just from observation celebrating nature, others a message, some a portrait but all have emotion within the layers)
