Faces.
I'm painting a series of portraits to be adourning my bedroom wall, of all the people from my past who I care deeply for, but cannot always (and rarely these day) have with me.
I will paint/have painted:
Jen, my greatest of friends.
Theresa and Miki, who with the aforementioned, completed our beloved team of galavanters.
Brendan, the Chewbaca to my Han Solo.
Amber, who inspired me with her adventurous spirit.
And anyone else who I find inspiration for...Taylor, Colin, Ben perhaps.
It seems as I get further to completion, the mutual love I have for every face staring back at me gives me so much comfort, that living in these hills is almost made bearable. Almost.
I will paint/have painted:
Jen, my greatest of friends.
Theresa and Miki, who with the aforementioned, completed our beloved team of galavanters.
Brendan, the Chewbaca to my Han Solo.
Amber, who inspired me with her adventurous spirit.
And anyone else who I find inspiration for...Taylor, Colin, Ben perhaps.
It seems as I get further to completion, the mutual love I have for every face staring back at me gives me so much comfort, that living in these hills is almost made bearable. Almost.