I find that as I go about my day, the chores I prioritize, the decisions I make, the things I choose to notice and the things I can't help but notice, the socks I put on, are made up by different parts of me. In this portrait I give these "parts" a face and show their personality. This is a biography of my first 25 years.
She is passion. She is head strong. She is irrational. She is emotional. She is creative. She breaks rules.
She hears color. She draws in the air. She basks in the light and bathes in darkness.
She is the rock. She is the professional. She is the problem solver. She is calm. She is observant.
She sees opportunity in chaos.
She is humility. She is patience. She is compassion. She is thoughtful.
She is the pause before the other two explode their answer. She takes the bullet so the other two can survive.
As I'm sure you can tell by now, I rather enjoy painting the figure. But I also know that I have a long way to go. Here I studied skin. How it lays and stretches over the muscles and how the light bounces off it.
I also wanted my mom to quit bugging me about painting her something pretty that would make sense in the kitchen. So here's for you mom.
I Really enjoyed that chicken, but I think this might have been my favorite, as it was also the first turkey I ever cooked at the first Thanksgiving I ever hosted.
I consider both a success.
I felt pretty confident with poultry at this point. I needed a change of meat.
A portrait series from light to dark.