Wednesday girl

Wednesday Girl, Paul Watson 15-05-13

Wednesday may look tired, but she might just beat your ass.

This quick coffee shop drawing was a reaction to missing Tuesday. I wanted to try something with quick, gestural strokes that I could sketch and post fast.

Batman wants to be your valentine

Batman Valentine's Day Card, Paul Watson, 2013

Here’s a Batman Valentine’s Day card for the lovely and talented Laura Heaney.

Other potential text options included:

“My parents may be dead, but my heart isn’t.”

“Be the commissioner…of my love.”

“I’m the world’s greatest love detective.”

Random Drawing: Creepy Old Man

Creepy Man Drawing

In the spirit of not having a Christmas drawing at the top of this page for the next millions years, here’s a random drawing of a creepy old man I did on my Samsung Galaxy Note tablet using Layer Paint.

Merry Christmas!

Santa Smoking a Candy Cane

A few years ago I had to work on Christmas day, answering calls from people looking for their methadone. I drew this instead and put it on all the desks of the people that weren’t there.

Merry Christmas!

More Paintings at Broadview Espresso!

Paintings hanging at Broadview Espresso
My show at Broadview Espresso is ending tomorrow (being replaced by the work of my jaw-droppingly talented wife, Laura Heaney), so here are a few more photos of some stripes, swirls and cartoons. Lots of these are still available, so get in touch if you’re interested (email: paul @ pwats.com).

Paintings hanging at Broadview Espresso

I had also been meaning to post the artist statement for this show at some point, so better late than never:

Paul Watson

…is a grown up. I swear. He’s actually turning the ripe ol’ age of 30 this very month, in fact. In honour of that milestone he’s been hard at work on some of the most colourful, and at times childlike, paintings of his illustrious career.

Having spent the last year entranced by the impermanence of digital illustration (which culminated in last year’s 100 Days of Batman series), Watson is eager to return to physical media. Working predominantly with acrylic spray paint on canvas, he is enamoured with the immediacy and permanence of letting a bright colour loose. The resulting cacophony of gradients and splatters becomes the explosive backdrop for his illustrative tendencies.

There is no eraser, no under button, as he abuses the spray cans to the point that they bubble and spatter—and leave his hands and walls covered for days after—coaxing deliberate bursts of colour that combine in brazen compositions only an inner-child could allow.