the journey my brother unknowingly took me on

Last week I posted about my vision issues and the portrait of my brother, Greg, or as I often lovingly call him, Bub. I wasn't the only one that was perplexed by this painting. It was hanging near my door and a couple of my friends saw it, they both knew it was Bub, but also didn't hesitate to agree that there was something very unfinished about it; that it didn't feel right. So I whited out the eyes and adjusted the hat, the two things that stuck out the most to me....

It was a little better. I stared and still didn't know where to go with it. Then, Cozette sent me an amazing email that was brilliant and liberating.

                          "I was thinking about what you said - about how you cropped the painting of your brother to hide his double chin. And you know it feels that way - like you're hiding something." "Art isn't about being nice or polite. This is probably the hardest thing I have to overcome in my own work - it goes against my nature in many ways. And the thing is you've totally done this - it's what I love about the painting of me and the one of Adrienne that is so strong - there is an honesty present - your interpretation - but it's present."

Reading this blew my mind ever so slightly. I went back to the canvas an just whited it all out to start over, more honestly. I love my brother, he is one of my best friends. We have many similarities and many differences. One thing we share is our enthusiastically elastic facial movements.  So I did this....

He kind of looks like he's swishing something in his mouth, but I think that's kind of funny and works. This one didn't photograph very well. I like it in life much better than this image. His face looks more twisted somehow in the photo image.

With that said... this is the first male face I've done in this series, as well as the first ear. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. But few things really ever are. The thing I find most interesting about this one is that the style, strokes and tones, looks more like the paintings from earlier in the series. The recent portraits have been more fluid; softer almost. I'm going to be mindful of the types of energy I have when I paint and see if there is a difference. This painting was a promise to myself. Not an obligation, a promise. And there is another painting that I have been eager to start. So I'm wondering if there is apprehension and tension involved here that I didn't intend. We'll see how the next one results. I am going to go stretch the canvas and start this afternoon. I'm curious....

post script: this is also the first time I didn't have a photo to go off of... this is all me, which I should have started with because it's pretty exciting. I've painted from memory of a photo... but never just painted from the mind, at least not in this portrait series.