I had a chance meeting with Brooklyn New York artist, Keith Hamilton the other day. Got to see some of his all new work and was quite taken with the genre and large as life paintings and photography he creates.
My immediate impression was Jules Verne steampunk but upon closer inspection I was absolutely convinced that he was influenced by or a fan of Amanda Palmer and her Grand Theft Orchestra. My bad. While never having had the pleasure of seeing or listening to AFP, he did come rather close to the classic boudoir and turn of the prior century night club look with his own uniquely styled signature.
Something other than timeless nudes, painted faces and a blurred line between photography and painting, human and mannequin, give his work a special twist. I bet the New York Brownstone crowd would really dig the work. And yet, Hamilton has a bit of very classic training hidden somewhere behind him. I’m not sure the Monhegan crowd would stretch this far beyond Maine Seascapes but the I could definitely see the New York Fifth Avenue designers and haute couture diggin’ him.