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we can't run upto the old lady at the bus,grasp her hand, but canwatch our way into her, peelher clothes to exposeyoung flesh, seehow eyes flickto a child she recallsdead in his crib. takethe seat with her, knowher list, the friendand meat she picks,how she hates the cold,is used to rain and fineslow rides.For more of Dave's fine work please check out his site: http://davejarecki.com/creative/
I just finished this painting today. It is inspired from a walk I took around my neighborhood this morning. We had 2 inches of snow here in Portland, OR which pretty much brings the city to a halt. Today the sun is out and the sky's are bright blue so all the snow sparkles and shimmers in the light.
I rode the bus down town a few days ago and notices this girl waiting at the bus stop. She had this billowy red cloud of hair that fell all the way down her back.
I remembered as much as I could during that minute stop.
I have never painted from memory like this before. I usually have the sitters in front of me, like in this next picture of my friend Dave. Dave came to my studio for about three hours to sit for his portrait. He played amazing music for the entire
three hours.I found that I enjoy working from memory. I can simplify details because I no longer have the image in front of me to reference.
But part of the fun in painting portraits is enjoying the sitters company.