Sunday, March 22, 2020

Zydeco Music Makes Me Crazy

I love my husband SO MUCH, but when he plays zydeco music I feel like I'm getting homicidal. So when he played it this afternoon, it chased me into the studio where I worked— yet again— on this one. All of the painting was done on the boy's head and neck, and it looks okay. Maybe that's what I should do from now on, paint people from behind instead of wrecking their faces.

The Chair, © 2020, work in progress (click on image for larger view)

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