I painted this in my kind of man cave basement studio, a dark place with just a light bulb overhead. As usual when I’m painting I was half blind when I made this. Also as is my wont I tried to do the painting using as little “intention” as I could.
The result surprised me because it looks so much like some of the sculptures I was doing this summer.
The painting took a couple of weeks. I like the way it turned out. The details are striking and tell a story of their own.
What’s the internal message of art? Why do some images come back again and again to us? I think the message is “I’m here beside you.”