Daniel’s Piece

Acrylic and Gouache on Stonehenge Paper. 22″ x 30″, 2014.

A boy sits at the end of a dock, a brewing storm looming to one side and the first rays of sunshine on the other. This moment – not quite sure of where the future is headed – is something I know we can all identify with. The broken fishing lures represent dreams that have been cast and broken while the lightning bugs signify the very near and inevitable moment of flight.

Daniel's Piece, by Josh Hunter

Daniel’s Piece, by Josh Hunter

Daniel's Piece (detail 1).

Daniel’s Piece (detail 1).

Daniel's Piece (detail 2).

Daniel’s Piece (detail 2).

Daniel's Piece (detail 3).

Daniel’s Piece (detail 3).

The Blue J

Gouache, Ink and Colored Pencil on Stonehenge Paper, 30″ x 30″, 2014.

A little boy finds a dead blue jay. Mesmerized by its beauty, he quietly brings it home to his family’s back porch where he silently site and unfolds each and every wing with childlike awe and perfection ensuring it last moments are not spent alone.

The Blue J. Gouache, Ink and Colored Pencil on Stonehenge Paper. 30" x 30",  Josh Hunter, 2014.

The Blue J. Gouache, Ink and Colored Pencil on Stonehenge Paper. 30″ x 30″, Josh Hunter, 2014.

The Blue J (detail).

The Blue J (detail).

The Blue J (detail).

The Blue J (detail).

The Blue J (detail).

The Blue J (detail).

 

 

 

Cysco

Acrylic, Gouache, Sharpie and Colored Pencil on Wood Panel, 18″ x 24″, 2013.

“You want to take a picture of me?! Why?” Cysco asked.

“Because I’m an artist and I’m making these drawings,” I spoke back.

“How much is it going to cost me?”

“Nothing,” I replied, “Nothing at all.”

Cysco then dropped his guard, stepped to his left, and extended his left arm, gripping the steel rail firmly. He stared back; a look of absolute heroism.

Cysco painting by Josh Hunter

Cysco painting by Josh Hunter

Cysco (detail).

Cysco (detail).

Cysco (detail).

Cysco (detail).

Steven

Gouache & Acrylic on Wood Panel, 48” x 31”, 2013.

Steven by Josh Hunter

Steven by Josh Hunter

He reminded me of Rip Van Wrinkle with a beard that hinted at last night’s sleep; leaves and crumbs captured in its unkempt beauty. Steven is one of those street men who speaks in poetic epiphanies and alludes to stories so keen with detail that I believe truth is hidden in there somewhere. This particular day I asked what he intended to do with the rest of our overcast, gray afternoon. “Well, let me show you,” he said. Digging deep into a grocery bag, he pulled out a magazine and thumbed through it with practiced care until he found an image of a gorgeous woman lying in a bed of rose petals. Proudly showing me his muse, he proclaimed, “I’m going to write about her.”

Steven

Steven

Loyd

Gouache, Acrylic, Colored Pencil & Sharpie Marker on 2 Wood Panels, 48” x 24”, 2013.

Loyd. Gouache and acrylic on wood panel. Art by Josh Hunter, 2013.

Loyd. Gouache and acrylic on wood panel. Art by Josh Hunter, 2013.

Loyd is the first street recycler I met. Driving from Banker’s Hill to the beach, I passed a man pushing a cart flanked on every side with bags and buckets. I parked my car and walked the few blocks back to him. We talked about life and he introduced me to “canning.”

People haul their trash to the street and Loyd mines for the hidden gems within. It’s not safe, it’s not glorious, but I admired such an unexpected work ethic

Loyd (detail).

Loyd (detail).

Loyd (detail).

Loyd (detail).

Loyd (detail).

Loyd (detail).

Loyd by Josh Hunter, 2013.

Loyd by Josh Hunter, 2013.