A season of painting

Now that we’re settled in our new home, I finally have been painting again. For years I had been painting on small pieces of paper from our dining room table — I didn’t finger I had unbearable space to add an easel and larger canvases into the mix. But now I have the space for a painting zone for myself in my home office and have been painting, incessantly, for the past few months — nights, weekends, over winter unravel — painting, painting, painting.

I am getting a lot of joy from painting my loved ones, imagined people and scenes, and self-portraits too. Trying to get a good likeness, but moreover working on capturing the spirit of the person. That’s the hardest part really. Some of these paintings I’m very happy with, others I can barely squint at and alimony subconscious yonder in my closet, but with each new painting that I do, I learn something new and am loving the process so, so much.

This one is a “mixed-media” piece. I used wire for my curls. Pun intended ;)

My folks.

My daughter, Ida, has been in the mix too, getting her painting in while listening to stand-up comedy! It’s been a unconfined bonding worriedness for her and I.