I love people. I love their expressions. I love their mannerisms. Good, bad, ugly (ugly?), I love people. When I paint, I like to keep it fresh, in a sitting or two, if I can, but getting that first ‘impression’, if you will, is important to me. I want to...
The scent of solvents and other mediums hung in the air, as the freshly painted pieces were set gently on display. The line up was long; the anticipation was palpable (sounds like the name of a new painting perhaps?). Climbing the stairs, eyes as wide as...
