Dancer
Let’s just call her a random dancer because it looks nothing like my sister.
Kind of a tough angle with her face tilted up and sideways. I recognize the earrings: they were made by Marcia Tucker (deceased) who was head of the New Museum.
A couple of little studies on black paper. More dancers to come.
Really love what you did here
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Thank you.
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I think it does look like her. And I LOVE the theme of dancers, and the black and white studies. I can’t wait for more. I mean it.
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Really? I don’t think I got her at all. And I don’t know why I’m painting all these pictures of her. She’s been dead since 2013.
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Well, it seems to me that like many other things in life, we don’t always know the reason but I am sure there is one. I’m of the theory that memories cycle along under the surface of our minds and influence us. Maybe I got that from somewhere, don’t want to steal a theory. But that kind of thing has happened to me and I don’t notice it until a few instances have added up. I like what you are doing and I’m enjoying the images.
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Such joy and exuberance! The black study is really interesting.
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Thanks.
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Merril is right–pure joy. I love the mirrored figure in the top one, and the black ground is magical. (K)
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Glad you caught my mirror action! I was kind of proud of that…
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but I love it!!
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Thanks Jodi.
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like this style.
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Many thanks.
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Fun and beautiful!
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