Faces, Time part III
I’ve become adrift in my own history. The sketchbooks go back to the beginning of art school. At that time I drew constantly. On the subway, at bars (drinking age was 18), at Julliard (I talked my way into the barre classes because The Royal Ballet of London was in town), and pretty much everywhere else. Now there is more painting going on with drawing usually happening when I travel.
So I’ve picked the ones that grab me without too much structural considerations other than a kind of hat-tipping to time. Some people I drew a lot and some hardly at all, although they were deeply meaningful to me. Some snuck into paint. The curse of the Piscean mind.
My best friend Indigo, from when we were 15 years old in high school till she departed these chaotic realms:
2 from art school:
for this one, after describing what she wanted, I replied: “Oh, you want a Rembrandt!” “Yes!” she said.
Portrait of Debbie
2011 16 X 20 oil on wood
I’ll be guessing on the details as the paintings have gone to Mike and his Mom
Mike in his Apartment
2011 7 X 18 oil on wood
Annie Potts, whom I became friends with on a pilgrimage to India:
again, guessing on details
2012 16 X 24 oil on wood
And looking back through the decades we come to the first oil self portrait I did. That’s an actual Post headline:
2007 40 X 50 oil on wood