new painting } five companions
I miss my companion. And I’ve realized that when I paint I am creating fleeting friendships to help me cope. Although these relationships are momentary, they are instrumental in alleviating my sadness- albeit temporarily. When I paint my women I feel like I’m stroking their faces. The most sensual part is the jawline. That’s what I spend a lot of time sketching and re-sketching. It’s not because I have it wrong, but because I’ll stroke it as long as I need to.
Reblogged this on Feigned Affections and commented:
I love this. I feel lonely when I don’t feel inspired to paint or do something creative.
This is really beautiful.