life goes on. I just have to to live it.
|going up is always harder|
|going down is hard too. but not too bad when I just follow my heart|
|Self Portrait In Poor Lighting and Feeling Really Lousy, acrylic on paper|
|Self Portrait with Hairband, acrylic on paper|
Tried a new combination of colours today. Yellow ochre, titanium white, permanent rose, coeruleum hue( a sky blue colour), portrait pink, and primary blue. I really wanted to use just 2 to 3 colours but I needed the white to lighten and a dark blue to get deeper colours. The portrait pink was not necessary at all. Anyway, it is always fun playing with new colour combinations.
it can be a little confronting making a self portrait. This one is less so to me.....I dunno why, maybe because of the "fun" colour combination, maybe because I was wearing a hairband. When I resized the photo on my computer I accidentally clicked on a "paint bucket" option and it gave my painting a look that I find interesting. it actually feels more me than my original painting, so I am putting both versions here.
|self portrait in striped tank top, 2021, acrylic on paper|
|self portrait with phone, 2018, gouache on paper|
|Gray Flowers, acrylic on paper|
|Waiting, acrylic on paper|
Here are some of the portraits that I have made for an on-going project I am working on. They are based on and inspired by the people I see in my neighbourhood.
|I saw her whistling on her bicycle, looking happy.|
|He takes his pet parrot everywhere he goes. There is a chain around one of the bird's feet but I have forgotten to paint it.|
|"I am 77. My husband had a stroke when he was 68. My shoes cost $5. I circle the block 3 times every morning. " She is one of the most jolly-looking old ladies I have ever met.|
|She sits there talking to herself, clutching a box.|
|I don't see him anymore. What has happened to him? All the senior members of the Senior Citizens' corner are not around anymore.|
|He had a stroke and can no longer walk. I used to see him standing by his window everyday looking at the chicken and her mate. Then the chicken and the rooster disappeared. And I stop seeing him standing there when I walk past.|
|He jogs every morning, rain or shine. He has badly bent legs and looks like he is about to fall over with every step he makes.|
|He has a corner of the void deck set up with a swivel chair, a small bookcase and a table. He used to walk around with his crutches. Not anymore.|
|The boy has an in-toeing gait. He does not wear proper school shoes but sandals with socks. His young mother is always in a hurry. He has black, uncombed hair.|
|She is always seen with a crutch and glittery eye shadow. She has eyes that stare blankly past you.|
|She inches with effort as she walks but refuses to have a walking stick. She thinks that love and freedom are the most important things in life.|
|She slaps her face as she walks to the shops to buy food. Then she slaps her face when she walks home.|
|She lugs a trolley around calling out to the cats living on the streets. She feeds them at the same time every day and has a name for every cat.|
|She has big, red hair and wears the same clothes every day. She bought herself a part of the moon from the 24-hour supermarket one evening.|
|She is always wearing her crochet beanie. Her husband is always behind her with rolled up newspapers.|
|She always sits on the stone bench at the void deck, with a cup of ice water. Sometimes she makes these sounds with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out.|