Sometimes I feel like my paintings are alive. A soft curving red line for a cheek, gentle shades of blue creating folds of fabric, big blue eyes full of thoughts.. Whether I choose so or not, part of me pours out into every painting. My feelings and thoughts, hidden in ringlets of golden hair. This makes every brush stroke full of meaning, every subject full of life.
I felt this way while I painted the Lost Boy (below) but even more so with the girl. I hope this all comes together, maybe into a series of paintings, who knows?
Stay Artsy & DFTBA