I have said time and again, for me truth is beauty. I am interested in the real, real bodies real emotions. Even and espcially those which seem counter to traditional ideas and portrayal of beauty.
This honesty has always been the facilitators of the emotional resonance that is my raison d’etre for all my work.
By no means am I doing something new. From Lucien Freud and Jenny Saville back to Tintoretto and courbet, honest portrayal of people has been utilized to create a powerful, real beauty made even more so because of the seeming imperfections. Proudly, I am merely adding my voice to the chorus.
Traditional beauty bores me except in the smallest doses. It’s akin to the frosting flower off of a cake. I’m not adverse to now and then taking a bite, but it’s sweetness has no true flavor.
The thought of using my work merely to shock or insult is anathema to me. I work too hard on my chops and conveying my philosophy for such things.
This is my first painting back in my Paris studio. Unintentionally approp as today is mothers day in North America.
It has been overcast. The sun would come out, then retreat like a shy friend, then blaze too bright to see the paper properly.
I had to go slow, it ate into my record buying time, but I am pleased to the extreme with the results.
5.5x 8.5 watercolor and paper