David Irvine Hoodies

redirected thrift art

We all become victims of certain circumstances.

redirected thrift art

A ghastly creature to be sure.

Even the saltiest of seafaring men cringe when they hear the dreaded Quack Quack sounds in the whistling wind.

Her heart broken, her soul lost, the dead bride wandered aimlessly forever and ever Re-Directed thrift store painting

mixed media on wood

Birds on pennyfarthings...racing along the riverbank.

redirected thrift art

mixed media on canvas

mixed media on canvas

The townsfolk fled on foot with only the clothes on their back, when the terrible beast paused at the riverbank.

Even the coldest and most ill-tempered sailor would wince a little whenever he'd hear a quack quack during his journey across the sea.

Even enormous pink monsters enjoy an afternoon of shopping.

It was a beautiful summer's afternoon, the pond where the frogs played and the trout jumped was smooth as glass. Then a flock of quiet and majestic steaks, gently landed on the water, to take a moment's rest, before they would continue their journey westward.

mixed media on canvas

mixed media on canvas

Full of cake and tired from all the fun games, the Reapers leave the party with carefully selected party balloons.

To confuse people in the last waking hour, the Reapers would sometimes arrive to their victim via large ducks, --oh those crazy Reapers.

mixed media on canvas

mixed media on canvas

mixed media on canvas

redirected thrift store painting

redirected thrift store painting

redirected thrift store painting

mixed media on canvas

redirected thrift store art

Riding the country roads does something magical to the soul. ReDirected salvaged paint by number...destined for landfill. Lots of effort into touch ups and then adding in the character and bike to blend in with the paint by number style.

Redirected thrift store painting featuring mashup of time periods.

redirected anonymous vintage floral print

I painted colourful images over a print purchased at a thrift store.

painting done on salvaged vinyl record

I haven't a clue about this one. Not one. This is a redirected/thrift store print I painted on.

Her otherworldly voice sends shivers to my spine.

redirected paint by number

original watercolour and mixed media on paper.