Enzo

Enzo, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

a portrait of a remarkable man and good friend, fingerpainted on my iPhone in brushes app.

The great dry'n

The great dry'n, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

Bob blamed the liberals. Frank blamed Bob.

fingerpainted on my iPhone in brushes

Gurdjieff

Gurdjieff, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

fingerpainted on my iPhone in brushes app

Goodbye Tony

Goodbye Tony., originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

They all thought Tony was packing heat. But all Tony was packing was a rubber duck.

From "Trouble before breakfast" by Matthew Watkins


fingerpainted on my iphone in Brushes

Here is the first installment of il Maestro and Topoletto

A bigger fish

A bigger fish, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

I was a small child on a beach in Mexico when an American tourist returned from a fishing trip. He had caught a big fish and was very proud of it. "That's some fish isn't it?"
It was, I nodded.
The very same day i was walking down the beach and i came across some strong fishermen pulling in long nets. They were throwing away massive fish, just like the one the tourist had caught. I grabbed a big one as he flipped in the wake and took him home. I could just barely pull him down the beach. I passed the tourist and showed him my fish. "That's some fish isn't it?
He nodded. Then he shook his head and walked away.

Fingerpainted on my Iphone with brushes app

Matthew Watkins fingerpainting on RAI 3 Art News.
you can see the video of my latest interview with the rai here www.artnews.rai.it/
and click on the the text sabato 07/11/2009 Puntata VIII.

The night she burned

The night she burned, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

"There are few sights so terrible as that of a ship burning on the sea".
-- Horatio McBeal


Fingerpainted in brushes on my iphone

The King of Hearts

The King of Hearts, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

fingerpainted on my iPhone with brushes app.

The Lost People

The Lost People, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

I see the lost people on my way to work. They wander the old salt flat. They come out after it rains.
They wander slowly with their head bowed. Looking. Always looking.
Always lost.

fingerpainted in brushes app.

Goodbye Tony

Goodbye Tony, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

It had already been a very long day but no wild dogs were going to stop Herb from getting to Groveners Farm.

Fingerpainted on my iphone in brushes on a dusty path.

The traveling salesman

The traveling salesman, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

It had already been a very long day but no wild dogs were going to stop Herb from getting to Groveners Farm.

Fingerpainted on my iphone in brushes on a dusty path.

Say your prayers Wabbit

Say your prayers Wabbit, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

The 5th painting in my iPhone mash with Benjamin Rabe.
I still don't know how the pesky rabbit got away.

Fingerpainted on my iPhone

A bad habit

A bad habit, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

It was the smoke that gave him away.
He smoked Menthols - he'd been trying to quit for ages.
As it turned out that was his last cigarette.

From the series "Trouble before breakfast" by Matthew Watkins

Fingerpainted with my iPhone in brushes from a dark shadow.

Trouble before breakfast

Trouble before breakfast, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

"He was back on his feet before i got to out of the door. The shot made the hairs on my neck stand up. I kept walking and had some breakfast."

Fingerpainted on my iPhone in brushes from a safe house.

Waiting for Jacob

Waiting for Jacob, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

Fingerpainted on my iPhone with brushes

The first snow

The first snow, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

Fingerpainted on my iPhone with brushes app.

The Washington Post on the emergence of Fingerpainting. I am honoured to be mentioned after Hockney and Colombo.

On the shoulders of giants

On the shoulders of giants, originally uploaded by Matthew Watkins.

"If I have seen further, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants."

Sir Isaac Newton

This is fingerpainted live for my friends at RAI educational. The making of it will appear soon on RAI Art News.

The Server.
(written during a service outage. fingerpainted on my iphone with brushes app).

Day one. The server's down.





They say they are moving it to a new location and improving services. But i know it's bouncing around in the back of a pickup near Tijuana. A man, a kid at the time of the dot com crash, is sitting on top of it and he's playing with a revolver and here is a bottle of Jose Cuervo perched on the CD tray. Mercifully it's almost empty.





Day two. It’s a Tequila sunrise.

Raul's head bumped on something in the dark room. Empty bottles clattered. A little light filtered through the broken slats, just enough to make the damp cement floor glisten. A voice in his head was saying "more, only gets worse" and it came to him through the fog.

The server.

Had he plugged in the mail server? He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the floor with an audible thump.

It didn't matter anyways, the generator had run out of gas hours ago.




Day three. A senseless waste of life.







Mack, tried the door. It was unlocked. He had learned a long time ago
to check before kicking them down. However much fun it might be.

- Looks like we got a runner.

- Dammit. That's the third this week.

There was an evil smell. Shafts of light penetrated the room like
unwelcome guests churning thick grey smoke into Carrara marble.

- Maybe not.

A green glow from the computer illuminated a collection of clear empty
bottles. A body lay on the floor. The right hand grasped a telephone.
There was a queer smirk on it's face.

Mack didn't need to touch him to know that he was already cold.

- Looks like the phone help got him. Call central and send over a
clean-up crew.

He picked up the reciever and put it back in place.

# Press one for sales, press two for support, press three now if you
already know your extension...
# Press one for sales, press two for support, press three now if you
already know your extension...
# Press one for sales, press two for support, press three now if you
already know your extension...

- 24/7 my butt, the poor gaffer didn't stand a chance.

# Hello this is Raul, email server 33453, it's bad here. Green stuff
is coming out of the back of the machine and it don't sound so good.
You'd better send someone over quick.
# Press one for sales...
# He broke the seal on another bottle - more only get's worse - and
he giggled.
Mack sidestepped the corpse and pressed Ctrl, Alt and Delete on the
grimy keyboard.

- And tell them the server's up.