My sister was a very patient model. Here is another portrait painting I did when we were both teenagers. She is pensively sitting on the couch, looking out the window, cautiously wondering what is next.
This is a duplicate of Desperation 2, with two hidden layers added back in.
This is a revision of Desperation #2. Still grappling with Klee’s Line Walk lessons. Thus, lots of lines walking.
This will count as my daily artwork. It took hours to get this right. And yes, I realize that very few will enjoy or care about it. But sometimes, I have read, that is what it is about when you take the pretentious title of “artist.” You get this idea, something you want to make – because you can feel how it just might matter, it might be awesome! So, like Don Quixote, you put on your makeshift artist’s armor, collect every bit of courage you can scrape together, and sally out to make that thing, make that art that will protect the innocent, avenge injustice, right wrongs, give food to the hungry, water to the thirsty, and be the scourge of giants!
Above all, aging artists, you must not heed those voices you hear, as Don Quixote’s niece cried out:
The bird with the twisted neck can see around you. It can see where you were and where you are going.