As a general rule, I find children a bit easier to paint than adults. I’m not exactly sure why, but I almost never encounter a kid who gives me that “oh my, this likeness might be hard to capture” moment. Partly their faces are just less complicated—fewer experiences, both physical and emotional, have left their mark. But some of my favorite portraits are those that surprise me, that are a struggle to the end, when all of a sudden everything clicks, and I’m like, “Whoa, I love this one. How did THAT happen?”
Monday, February 18, 2019
Monday, February 11, 2019
In a comment on one of my recent posts, someone used the phrase “art for profit” in an attempt to be negative. But rather than an insult, that’s a dream! I feel so incredibly lucky that my “work” is something I absolutely love—painting the fascinating, endless variety of human faces. And how great is it that something I love to create happens to be something that others value, too. As long as I can continue to elicit reactions like the one to this portrait—“omg, I freaking LOVE it!”—I’m thrilled to be doing what I’m doing.