The last two sessions of the term at The Mary Ward Centre, Queen Square, London.
The figures on the left could be in a painting within a painting. The pictoral space is slightly out. A painting is like a song or a poem: it is never real. It’s a view through the artist’s eye. The fabric and walls are from a different time and place. The figure is represented three times, once in a mirror. Every pont in the work is a decision.
A detail of the portrait under normal yellow light. I’d like the blending of the colours to be smoother. The texture of the previous painting’s brushstrokes works underneath mine quite well. One day I’ll have to learn how to work with small brushes instead of pencils, the disparity between the brush marks and the thin lines of the pencil is too wide.
Another slice of the compostion. Yes, that is me at the far right.
Earlier states. See the previous post for the studies leading up to this point.
This close up of the model’s bellybutton shows the different layers of paint.
