Oils are a challenge for me.

So when I get a new commissions and they want the paintings to be in the oil medium, for me it is like stepping up to the plate in a very big game. Pastel comes more naturally for me. Not sure why. I remember being very young and my neighborhood friends would play in the mud and make mud pies. Not me. Too sticky. Too wet. I liked taking sticks and drawing in the sand. The dirt. Dry and soft. Dusty.

But this is the beauty of being an artist. Every time I create, reach, overshoot and change what is comfortable I get better. I feel it. The learning. The tiny “ah ha” moments that culminate into a painting. Or in this case, paintings of sisters.

Typically clients want siblings to be in the same painting.  As I mentioned before I tend to talk them into separate works so each has their own painting in the future. This time they will still be connected by a ribbon.

Here are the final paintings and I have to say, I feel they came together well. Loose in the backgrounds and lots of light and focus on the faces. And as usual, I am frustrated with the photos of them. They look so much more alive and glowing in person. Many, many layers of glazing in the faces just can’t be reproduced well in a photo. So many lavender and pink shifts in the faces! Darn it, I worked hard on those, and I wish you could see them better.

Anyway, the clients loved them and the kids said, “thats me!” so I know then that the pressure is off and the likenesses are nailed. I have had conversations with artists over the years about how stressful it is to present a portrait to clients. You bet. Thrilling too. I really do love it.

And then the client said, (and this is not the first time over the years that I have been told this) that if there was a fire in the house they would get everyone out and then take the paintings since they are the most valuable thing they now own. What a compliment.

I am humbled and happy. 

I get it. I have painted my own kids and then they changed. So fast. And I ask myself now why I didn’t paint them more. Freeze more moments in time. Because in the end that is what a painting does… and somehow better than a photo. A memory of another human being created by a human being for a human being.

There is no other job like it in the world. I love it. On to the next one…..

 

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