Maybe it's the dark days. Maybe it's the rain. Maybe it's the thought of getting older and feeling myself creaking as I do my best to flex with the changes. I'm not sure exactly what drove me to turn a landscape into a face. My face. My little girl face. But, I've started. Maybe it's because behind every face, every face lined with age, is a landscape of life. And a child, still inside, wondering who is that woman looking back at her in the mirror.
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This is very powerful, very insightful, very honest--this is good art--thank you for sharing your vulnerability--(I'm also still really enjoying your water series!)
I enjoy the merge of the portrait and the land and I certainly agree with you that everyone *is* a landscape! There is an upside and a downside to advancing years..the best part of getting older is the wisdom bit. I can't imagine being as un-informed as I was in my 20's. I like what you wrote about the kid inside. Art brings out the kid all the time. :)
Beautiful! It is your soul's work smiling back at you.
Happy Holidays!
So well thought. I love it. There is so much that comes to the surface of a painting. Thank you.
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