Veronicas, the pastels, 2010
Veronica, that crazy girl. I just loved her the first moment I met her, such a study of contradictions, and all of it written on her skin. This was the first image of her that I drew, seemed appropriately upside down, falling, and all the while giving this ironic look, falling yet posing, with her tiger like beauty, the mismatched bikini. I love the distortions in the face, I do realize that they are not the most flattering (though I did make up for that in the next work), just seemed to me to express the strangeness of who she is, suburban rebel, innocent instigator, ladylike bully, agent provokateur...Truly I do not know her at all, she is the friend of the daughter of a friend, and I actually only met her a couple of times, so ALL of these are projections, pure conjecture on my part, but sometimes looking, looking, looking one does catch a glimpse...
Ok, so here is the poetic side, the gentle bubbles raising from her mouth, the glistening hair floating upward, the gaze demurely downcast...yet with one hand she is pushing away from some wall while a bizarre shadow sneaks behing and her head projects a deep shadow on her shoulder... again the skin is feral...will probably explore this image again in oil soon...
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