Saturday, September 24, 2011
It was bound to happen, but I didn't think it would happen so soon. I amazed myself at the previous portraits I did of fictional characters and myself. That must have been why I kept putting off painting a portrait of Gary. A portrait on clay with stains and slips as my palette.
What I did doesn't resemble him at all. It's someone, but it's not him. I'm totally frustrated. My brush went haywire. The portrait face is harsh and closed and Gary's is open and free.
While I work in clay, Gary is outside picking weeds in the yard. If he doesn't get the sandspur seeds now they'll spread. I've put the portrait in a closet to dry. Perhaps it's Gary frustrated at the sandspurs. Ha. The eyes should be rounder, the nose thinner, the lips thinner, the hair smoother; I'll try another one. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.