There are certain objects that repeat themselves in my paintings.
Leaves, ribbons, crumbling stone, bits of string.. and the occasional dead baby bird.
I call this painting, “Lullaby”.. because that’s what it is.
Many years ago, I painted a portrait of my sister for a Christmas present. She was thrilled, but demanded that I leave off her glasses – and warned me not to do anything “weird” to her.
Suffice it to say, I did what I wanted.. and did not let her look at it until it was done.
When she saw the painting, she looked at me and shouted: “A DEAD BABY CHICKEN! WHY??”
She didn’t even notice the mouse.
I am happy to say that after the initial shock, she has come to really love her portrait..
but I still wish she had let me paint her with glasses.
I see a family resemblance!
Back in the early 80s I did a composition using chicken bones. I didn’t think that death was connoted, but one viewer told me she couldn’t bear the sight of all those bones.
More “Weird Portraits,” please! 🙂
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Thanks for liking my post. Your paintings are very beautiful.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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