I started painting in my kitchen because it’s a better place than my art room upstairs. I can take care of two high-maintenance dogs from there, answer the door for deliveries, eat, dance, and be merry.
The music that has been helping me paint is music I don’t know at all, but other people like a lot. I learn to appreciate it and it doesn’t bore me.
These are for friends and family. They are images that mean a lot to the people they’re for. I get energy from thinking of what the image means to the person. I also get energy thinking of the person it’s for and sort of feel united with them more when I paint for them. Because of this, I don’t yet feel lonely as an artist.
My Great Aunt Bummy’s Dad. I need to smooth out his lower face a bit. Guns snd Roses helped me with this one.
My husband’s cousin’s dog. I need to tone down the neck hair. I believe The Eagles helped me finish her.
My friend’s late cat Finnegan.
I am struggling with the eyes a bit on this one. I can get the canvas to unstretch by putting hot water on the inside.
I’m struggling with matching the pupils on this one. I finally figured out the cat’s look because I remembered I thought he looked like an owl the first time I saw him.
