Bad Art: Godzilla Attacks Montreal
There’s always a story behind every one of my paintings, including my bad art.
I had almost forgotten about this one, which I did about 11 years ago.
I was living in the West Island of Montreal at the the time, and I remember that I had taken my paints out to the waterfront, to try to capture Mount Royal and the downtown skyline in the distance.
The painting already wasn’t going well. The colors of the sky were already not going the way I wanted.
To add to my aggravation, a toddler and his dad had to come and stand right next to me. They had the whole park to go to, yet they had to stand right beside ME.
And this was one of those little obnoxious kids who would never shut up. He kept asking his daddy questions, over and over again, and daddy kept answering while referring to himself in the third person.
Drove me nuts. And my painting suffered, as a result.
And that’s when I put in Godzilla.
I always say, if you’ve already ruined a painting, then you might as well have some fun out of it.