Coco Loberg

Im 19. I dabble in a few different forms of art, which is more than likely the outcome of a severe case of indecisiveness. I can remember the first time I wrote a story - it was really strange - the first time i took a photo, the first time I shot a video. I could name all the spawning scenarios that lead to my infatuations but i can’t remember the birth of the only consistency in my life - drawing. I’ve been lucky enough to travel throughout my life. I’ve grown up stretched across continents, starting new schools whilst still retrieving myself from the others. I rubbed paths with city slickers to small town groms between London, Australia, LA, Indonesia and India. I will be forever grateful for the impact that different shaped faces and landscapes have on my artwork - but I think it was puberty that really threw me some bones. My work went from ‘frame that for grandma’ to ‘keep your paintings in this room’ in a matter of 2 months. My work has a dominant hue of puns and sexual suggestions. More times than not my work has a stupid joke or story behind it which is often mistaken for an active imagination. This allows me to change the concepts of my pieces each time I’m asked. My artwork revolves around realism - up until a recent wander into line work which threw me into a cesspool of late hours and excessive pen use. My instagram has become a mixture of weird words and line work. I don’t know what else to say about my style of artwork - more or less because I haven’t come to a conclusion of what my style is.