There are 100 hand-signed, limited edition prints. These are borderless A2 prints created by boutique Giclée fine art print experts. I chose the Archival Matte paper because it's a smooth, bright-white, matte paper for high-quality fine art. The paper supports accurate color reproduction and high-contrast, high-resolution output, and is acid-free for a longer print life with pigment inks. It features a heavy weight 330gsm, and an instant-dry coating that resists fingerprints and smudging.
Captivating to see in person, I love them and I'm sure you will too.
Additionally are the A5 art cards, on glossy 370gsm card. They make wonderful, super reasonably priced keep-sakes or gifts.
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I was late to the Amy train. I don’t listen to the radio or watch TV. So it wasn’t until 2010. I had heard people mention her enough, and during one of my manic MUST INGEST NEW MUSIC states I youtubed her and fell in love on the spot. It still shocks and appalls me that it took so long to find her; that no one ever forced me to listen.
She seems so effortless in her talent, reaching emotions deeper than someone her age should even be familiar with; all of it with the rush of an aggressively self-destructive emotional roller-coaster. And her style: beehive rockabilly neo-50s with cholita earrings, flash tattoos, her bra visible - an iconoclastic, intoxicating telenovela cocktail of Cleopatra, Elizabeth Taylor and Bridget Bardot.
I listened to as many acapella or acoustic versions of her singing to get the clearest, closest connection to her voice, her soul. I would go days just listening to her albums, or following her down a youtube rabbit hole for hours and hours, getting lost in her dark, visceral words, mesmerized and frightened by how much so many of her thoughts seemed to match my own.
I was partying at a mate’s house in Melbourne when I found out she had died. I turned the music off and announced she had died. I was so surprised at how much it affected me. And this love - because that is what it is - deepened and deepened.
The best lyrics Amy ever wrote, I would argue, were from 'Wake up Alone'. The chorus reads like beautiful and powerfully visual poetry:
"He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone"
While in 'Back to Black' you viscerally feel her in the darkest of places:
"Life is like a pipe, and I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside"
This amazing visual she creates represents perfectly her lack of control, of her being in over her head.
It is all so visual, so visceral, and it's all raw emotion. She is essentially a panel of her unique experience, yet one that resonates with so many, in so many different ways. Amy sweeps us up and away with her.
She also had a casual, disarming way with her lyrics. Phrases like:
"What kind of fuckery is this?" and "Nowadays you don't mean dick to me"
Peppering swear words, albeit minimally, are a great tool for earning the trust of a listener. Above all else, Amy was devastatingly honest.
For years I wanted a massive Amy poster. Why did I never buy one? I have no idea. I thought about it often enough, you’d think I’d have bought one.
Then at some point - after I had become “an artist” - that thought turned into a desire to make MY OWN massive Amy poster; a representation of my love for her. My love for her voice, and just as crucially - her lyricism.
This idea incubated in my head for a long time.
She died in 2011. I didn’t do my first proper image of Amy until early 2016.
Maybe I didn’t think I was worthy, I don’t know.
I made a A3-ish sketch of her using markers. Incorporating a section of the sheet music from Love is a Losing Game.
I always obsessed over the line ‘Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game’- such a succinct way to describe her relationship with Blake.
I was inspired by a photo I found of her drinking a beer.
Depicting her in the very act that caused her death, associating it with her other self destructive habit (her tumultuous love with Blake) and a cheeky dollar sign to signify her commercialisation and the media shit storm that contributed to her demise. It’s a sort of chaotic explosion of all these things.
I feel a strong connection to Amy in many ways so it was not hard to stay committed to this piece.
I didn’t begin the final version (24 x 36 inch acrylic painting on canvas) until I was back in NYC.
The original drawing I made in Mexico was only the beginning, I’m glad I pushed it further.