Welcome to the Than Rawford's home on the web. I'm an artist living in the rural South (Southern US, that is). Here is where you can find my artwork, thoughts, musings, and general interests.
And no, I don't mind that my webpage looks as if it's stuck in 1999. If it was good enough for Prince, it's good enough for me! On a more ideological note, I like webpages that are accessible to all, rather than requiring proprietary software to work. I want something to work as well for a mobile user as a desktop, regardless of operating system.
Most of my original works are available through ebay - search for "Than Rawford". For prints, check out this link. See other works, including photos, here.
Now, I'm doing something different with art, here. Some of these works have stories that go along with them, and I'll print those here. I know some artists like to just let the work speak for itself, and I'm certainly amenable to that point of view, but I like to create stories. Yes, sometimes I'll just post work which has no story, but most of my works are inspired by something, even if it is fiction.
So here are some of my works:
Edges Number One 9" x 12", acrylic on canvas, 2017. This is one the first of my abstract series Edges.
Edges Number Two 9" x 12", acrylic on canvas, 2017.
Edges Number Three 9" x 12", acrylic on canvas, 2017.
Edges Number Four 9" x 12", acrylic on canvas, 2017.
Edges Number Five 9" x 12", acrylic on canvas, 2017.
High Bridge 12" x 16", acrylic on canvas, 2016. This is no longer available. From time to time, we remember times in our childhood where we found beauty where none was expected. For me, this was a small stream with a green bottom where the afternoon sun turned a much overlooked pool into a golden kindgom of sorts. It was in this work that I really let myself go, and painted what I wanted to remember, rather than sticking with a strict adherence to realism.
White Mountain Overlook 9" x 12", acrylic on canvas, 2017. This started as a study of a few different techniques and methods. From the start, I wanted to work out the form of columns of rocks, and that of laying in a grayscale underpainting before adding color. And then it accidentally became a landscape. Here I used the cool blues to place the mountains in the background, warming up the colors as I moved into the foreground to really create the illusion of depth. While it perturbed me a bit to do this, I added the abnormally dark shadows in the foreground to increase the contrast, making the foreground appear closer.
Twisty Tree 18" x 24", acrylic on canvas, 2016. Sometimes artistic visions don't turn out the way you expect. This one certainly didn't for me, and whether that's a good thing or bad is probably a matter of how much you like the outcome.
Ashley 7" x 10", graphite pencil on light cream colored paper,
This is Ashley (not her real name), before she lost her innocence. Here she is, at my door, confident and pretentious, betting I want to buy one of her mother's Cosmopolitan or Vanity Fair magazines. I've never needed to know "11 ways to drive HIM crazy", nor "The ins and outs of HIS plumbing," but I obliged her nonetheless, not knowing it would be a harbinger of worse things to come. Her mother apparently mistook such things for knowledge, and we can only imagine what sort of advice Ashley received from her.
This is Ashley. Before she discovered boys. Before she discovered desire, and its consequences. Before the bruises, the beatings, before her graduating class discovered "those" pictures of her on the internet before she did, and before she attempted suicide.
This is the Ashley I remember. The innocent Ashley. The confident Ashley. The happy, joyous daughter of a neighbor. Perhaps you've met someone like her, or maybe know an Ashley or two.
The Sentinel 10" x 7", graphite pencil on light cream colored paper, 2017. On the trip back to Earth, I had a layover at one of those out-of-the-way star stations, and made the trip downplanet during the layover. I caught sight of this ariel sentinel during the final approach after re-entry.
The Curious Dinosaur 10" x 7", graphite pencil on
light cream colored paper, 2017.
A client of mine suggested doing something dinosaur-themed, and
before I had even completed the rough sketch, changed her mind.
Ashley suggested drawing in the butterfly, and since it was
already a cancelled project, I obliged.
Here a large plant eater looks quizzically at a new specious of tree - an angiosperm - and wonders if its broad leaves are as tasty as the evergreens it normally consumes.
Tennessee Hay Bales 7" x 10", graphite pencil on light cream colored paper, 2017. Every now and then relatively mundane things arrange themselves in strikingly beautiful ways. Driving through Tennessee one summer, I chanced upon hay bales arranged in such a way that it drew my eyes back and forth back into a beautiful landscape.
Curves Number One 10" x 7", graphite pencil on light cream colored paper, 2017.
The Distance Between Us 10" x 7", graphite on light cream paper, 2017.
Facing the Other 10" x 7", graphite on light cream paper, 2017.
The Grip of Reality 10" x 7", graphite on light cream paper, 2017.
The Plight of Other 10" x 7", graphite on light cream paper, 2017.
Two Become One 10" x 7", graphite on light cream paper, 2017.
"God blessed them and God said to them: Be fertile and multiply." The impact of the sexual revolution is hard to overstate; I grew up in an environment where pleasure was mandatory, love optional, and children unthinkable.
Flesh of My Flesh 10" x 7", graphite on light cream paper, 2017.
"So the LORD God cast a deep sleep on the man, and while he was asleep, he took out one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. The LORD God then built the rib that he had taken from the man into a woman. When he brought her to the man, the man said: This one, at last, is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; This one shall be called 'woman,' for out of man this one has been taken. That is why a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and the two of them become one body. The man and his wife were both naked, yet they felt no shame."