This is a painting of one of my closest friends, the kind of friend I could not talk for months and then just pick up where we left, the kind of friend I have private jokes with, the kind of friend everyone needs in their life.
A surprise commission I worked on this past week.
This painting, while it is something I wanted to paint, I also painted it to try some new techniques, mostly when it came to painting the gate. I have seen so many amazing old gates painted by others in the past, I really wanted to paint one too. I think it’s quite apparent that most of my time and effort was spent on the gate.
A quick (3 hours) portrait of a friend.
In this painting I tried to let go of the paint and let it do whatever it wanted to do. I used more water than I usually use, also I painted quicker without letting the paint dry in between layers too much.
This is one of those paintings that turned out completely different from what I had in mind and because of that I can’t even evaluate it properly. I need to give it a month or so before I can judge it.
This painting started out as a study of light coming from the top since I have mostly painted portraits with side or front light. It became a bit sinister when I added the tree, which I kind of like. Initially I was just going to have a very dark black background and half way through I added the tree. I do like the contrast I created between the cold background and the happy warmth under the light (Hawaiian shirt and all).
I painted this while stories of migrant children being separated from parents at the border populated the news. I am aware news can be manipulated, things might not be as horrific as presented, but as a mother myself, I am crying and hurting for those parents and children (in fact for any parents and children who get separated). I painted my own child in a bleak world peeking into a colourful reflection. The dark world those children are in, next to the world they can only glance at on TV. Lately I keep realizing how much privilege I have compared to most of the world.
Last year I painted my son’s teacher and this year I decided to do it again.
I really dragged my feet making this painting. I found that I don’t enjoy painting myself that much. It’s a very weird feeling to see myself staring back at me.
With this painting I have finished the small series of family portraits that I had in mind. The whole idea behind it was to hide part of the face (to maybe make the viewer more curious) and make use of the hands as well. There’s nothing deeper than that that’s going on.