As we moved from home to home and country to country, this canvas painting never saw any daylight. It was done eons ago when I took an art class in Princeton. This was the only outdoor session — at Princeton Shopping Center — and I remember how I dragged my face to it, because I much preferred still life, then. Apparently how one feels does get translated into the work… It must have been a cold Spring day, too, given the lavender blooms and flourishing trees. (I also remember wondering how the model in shorts wasn’t feeling cold.)
Since we are enjoying the elementary pop style lately, this was what I did:
The spirit of the class model is still there. How mood-changing bright colours can be.
I realise that my favourite thing to do at the end of a painting session is: to mop up all the colours with a sponge and spread it on the sides.
This painting now lives in a guest room, finally.