Being a painter is not a choice. It is not a chosen profession. Painting is a compulsion. It is a need like breathing or eating. If fact it regularly supersedes both. There is no choice in whether or...
Shortly after I began a self-portrait, I realized how I had over the years begun to look like my father. As the gap between us diminished I saw more of him in me and in turn could understand him better. He became my friend and his wisdom and life open to me, as it never had been
April 15, 2011
August 25, 2011
face, people, portrait, self portrait, oil on canvas