You'd think an easy way to get models would be to just make them yourself, but children are surprisingly averse to sitting still for long periods, even though I gave them life. Go figure.
I have half a pomegrante done, and half a pre-teen from life. Neither are worth your time.
Somebody said "don't give away your fire," meaning don't talk about things instead of doing them, lest you lose your zest for the project in the telling of it. Usually I won't even tell my husband what I'm thinking of working on. It only deflates the idea while it is struggling to be all abundant promise. It's like laughing. Or like a sneeze. Or like a balloon. Containing a thing until it can no longer be contained makes its eventual delivery so much more delightful.
I waited a long time before I started this blog. Duane Keiser's work and success both encouraged me and made me hesitant, lest I look like some johnny-come-lately pigment poseur. But since I have had small children around, my paintings have been largely done in one session. Most, honestly, are trash. But lately, they're suddenly better.
I can't say how or why yet. Too soon. But they're better and I know why. I don't think I'll be able to carry off a painting every day, but every weekend day is more like it. Until I just can't take it any more.