Original painting on canvas 40x50x2cm in my own signature style. Painted edges ready to hang without framing! Medium: oil. Signed on the front and back (with my original stamp) Painting will be accompanied by an AUTHOR CERTIFICATE and ARTIST VALUE ...expand text.

Original painting on canvas 40x50x2cm in my own signature style. Painted edges ready to hang without framing! Medium: oil. Signed on the front and back (with my original stamp) Painting will be accompanied by an AUTHOR CERTIFICATE and ARTIST VALUE CERTIFICATE. Value is certified by J.A.Akoun - french expert in art trade - akoun.com Artist Value Certification is published in the AKOUN art databases and art reference books (website, print publications ) viewed by international buyers and art professionals. These data are consulted worldwide by experts in art and galleries. shipped and packed professionally. In order to protect your painting I will personally pack your painting with great care using high quality, shipping industry approved packing materials. I ship out your paintings within 3 business days after I receive your payment. Many thanks for your interrest in my art. I believe you will be satisfied with your purchase. Jakub Jecminek Close text

Oil on the effen canvas.

Collage of elements portraits, textures, and vague objects. Technically mixed media with light pen marks in areas.

A part of the Isabella obsession series

A woman, or two, a kitty, several serpents outlining at least three different landscapes make this painting one of the most schizophrenic in the current collection. It's part of a set of paintings depicting scenes painted within frames that ...expand text.

A woman, or two, a kitty, several serpents outlining at least three different landscapes make this painting one of the most schizophrenic in the current collection. It's part of a set of paintings depicting scenes painted within frames that are painted on canvas, trompe-l'oeil style. In it's finished state, fewer images will compete for attention and the outer edges will take on the texture of woodgrain and metal, giving the eye a nice place to rest after all the insanity near the core. It came out of a convoluted period in Chris Minley's life but, with a little effort, something with clarity will come to the fore by the time it's finished. Close text

This is a Machinery Fantastique. Floating in some kind of cosmic soup are the Ark of the Covenant, concealed by a veil, of course, the rope of time that binds it to the present, and the machine of thoughts that ...expand text.

This is a Machinery Fantastique. Floating in some kind of cosmic soup are the Ark of the Covenant, concealed by a veil, of course, the rope of time that binds it to the present, and the machine of thoughts that produces its noemi modules to assimilate the data, being the universe and the cloaked nature of its creation. Fortunately, the production of the thoughts and the assimilation process itself is powered via the lazer shooting out of the nebula of the beginning and reflected into the nothingness of the end, obviously sent by the source of being who reveals not even the direction of his power- devious! As for man, or that sentient creature who questions, he has mirrors to direct the lazer to power his propulsion through his limited tenure as a being, he can harness it with sails, and he can adjust the levels with a control board. He's also regulating noemii module production, propulsion, and what not, so he's got his hands full. He's just not sure if it's really doing anything. Close text

The harlequin's head hangs scowling between the moon and the red dwarf star. In the sky through a cathedral dome they hover there to deepen shadow more than to illuminate. In the crumbling interior in solemn stance three penitent figures ...expand text.

The harlequin's head hangs scowling between the moon and the red dwarf star. In the sky through a cathedral dome they hover there to deepen shadow more than to illuminate. In the crumbling interior in solemn stance three penitent figures watching over a flooded field where the faces of the holy perceive visions affixing astonied affectations. Fingers grasp at, tear at, cling to a reality that slips, that mutates, that floats on the surface of nothingness. The absurdity is what is humorous. The absurdity is what is sad. The absurdity is the only thing that has any recognizable substance in world. Close text

This was painted after a conversation with a person who was looking through David's portfolio. The man commented that he thought his work resembled that of Dali, and David said, 'Yeah, but Dali has never made a skydive.' The man ...expand text.

This was painted after a conversation with a person who was looking through David's portfolio. The man commented that he thought his work resembled that of Dali, and David said, 'Yeah, but Dali has never made a skydive.' The man jokingly pondered over what Dali would paint if he had made a skydive, so David decided to paint it himself Close text

Well, one day the angels, all the little girls in this painting, were having a concert. The demons didn't like it though so they went up to heaven and kicked them off the cloud with all their instruments and littered ...expand text.

Well, one day the angels, all the little girls in this painting, were having a concert. The demons didn't like it though so they went up to heaven and kicked them off the cloud with all their instruments and littered the sky with their music sheets, laughing as they smashed the timpani and blew rotton notes on the french horn and tuba. Close text