L.N. Alberts

  by LN Alberts “She won’t even recognize me,” Robert told his reflection. He squinted at the small, square mirror behind the sink while he turned his chin to the side. His fingers roughed up his scruffy beard to expose the gray patches that seeped through the brown. Robert frowned at the evidence of his wasted time. Perhaps it was time for a fresh shave to symbolize his fresh start. The light overhead flickered as he smeared shaving cream over his cheeks and chin. One stripe at a time, he scraped away the mask he’d worn from the moment he stepped foot on Parchman Farm. He credited his grizzled appearance to the long days he spent cultivating crops in penance at Mississippi’s state penitentiary. It was a drastic change from the beautiful home he’d inherited in Vicksburg. That historic old house was the first family heirloom to fall victim to his crimes, but certainly wasn’t the last. The antique cars and every single book in his parents’ meticulously curated library followe...

  by LN Alberts *Inspired by Andy Warhol's Shot Sage Blue Marilyn* Nothing brought me greater peace than the sound of paint spreading over canvas. Art was my only escape as a child from a world with oppressive expectations that breathed down my neck every day. I left the overcrowded London flats to hide-away a few short blocks from the Detroit River. Here I recreated the beauty of classics and modern masters alike. America offered both a respite and a lucrative opportunity I couldn’t ignore. The chance to see the original masters’ work in my own hands was an offer too tempting to decline. For this project, I had the pleasure of delving into the silk-screening process again. Recreating Warhol meant experiments with acrylic paints and ink to find the perfect balance of coverage with a viscosity that smoothed through the mesh easily. I was excited to watch the dimension and detail I added to the backdrop with each layer of stencils. I set the last silk-screen to the side and a...