At some point, when the family painting was almost done, I needed to move the painting, but somehow I did it while still holding a blue permanent marker I had just been using. The mark is there, but one has to know where to look for it, to find it. I tried to dissolve as much as possible with rubbing alcohol and then I painted over.
This is another commission. Even though I find it scary to paint for someone else, because I push myself to do a good job, I think I learn the most doing this.
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.