Reflections on Art and Life
Work in progress.
Sometimes I see someone in the crowd and know immediately that I want to paint him/her. There is just something about the face or the eyes, maybe the chin. It’s not even about good looks. It’s un-explainable. I delude myself that I can capture someone’s soul, a snapshot of the essence of their being. I met this girl during my recent trip to Poland. She wore a head wreath made of white flowers…