There's a new breed of artist around these days, in fact humans in general, the kind that makes the rest of us ask ourselves why we bother to do anything. Sometimes good is just too good. It's as if there's another kind of lottery out there, not the sort that usually jumps to mind when an unemployed truck driver from a backwater town suddenly wins enough wonga to rule a small South American country. No I mean a lottery of life, talent, genetic disposition, or simply god-like skills. Skills way beyond the usual, in another league to the local lad /laddess made good, or even the best of the best in certain cases. One of those lottery winners has to be the painter Alyssa Monks. Now don't get me wrong, skills take practice, a lot of practice. But sometimes you have to wonder if people like Alyssa have been meddled with by forces beyond our control, aliens, God, ghosts, hyper intelligent cats, or perhaps an alternative potion to that of eternal youth, perhaps a concoction to engender eternal patience. Because, after all, when the detail and accuracy of your painting style puts most photographs to shame, something of a divine nature must be going on there.
I suppose I could back it all the way up and say it's all down to hard graft, but I and many people I know work like the clappers to improve ourselves, struggle everyday to better ourselves, but it's a slow, deliberate and sometimes painful process. All the more painful when you realise just how far other artists have developed. If there does happen to be a nuclear war and the EMP wipes out all technology, it's more than likely that someone with the awe inspiring talent of Alyssa Monks will probably be commissioned to record the event. After which the emergency committee will most likely ask her to start painting banknotes too, just to get the post-Armageddon economy off the ground.
The fact is, if you think you're a good painter, for your own well being, for the sake of your sanity, or even in a preventive measure to stop you crawling back into bed, don't look at this art. It is, I'm afraid to say, especially as I count myself in this number, (at the very least technically) better than yours. I could criticise the fascination with water, but I'd only be kidding myself, the truth is it's harder to draw opaquely obfuscated faces, it's even harder to paint. Portraiture has died and been reborn in a Monksian movement of one.
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To see more hyper hyper realist paintings by Alyssa Monks visit www.alyssamonks.com.
This Hyper Hyper Realism pierced deeply into my heart. The paintings of Alyssa Monks moved me – expanded my horizon on art possibilities. The pictures as if invites to ride the sunbeam together. Thank you for such marvellous invitation.
Thanks for the enlightened comment Tomas. I fully concur with your thoughts.
Nicely and very professionally done photos.
i love anything that has water or rain with people in it. The wet effect takes the photo to many different levels of thought~
Dorothy, they are not photos they are paintings!!