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Woman in white blouse

portrait of a woman in white blouse

portrait of a woman in white blouse

Today is the last day of my long holiday which started on December 27 last year. I knew if I didn’t finish this portrait during my holiday I would have to wait again until next holiday, because this painting is rather oversized for me and my patience was almost running out.

My favorite size is about 9 inches square or less. This woman I painted is about 21″ x 32″. I don’t think I want to paint on this size for a while,,, but I already have next thing I want to paint, in around this size already. I will save this idea for at least half a year though.

Red Poppy

Sometimes I can’t start painting right after I see something attractive.

For example right at this moment I have quite a few subjects I am wanting to paint, some of them I had chances to sketch or to practice one or more times, but many of them I haven’t even touched(started anything). I feel it is somehow sacred to find beautiful things my heart get moved, I’m sometimes a bit too afraid to ruin that crispness of image & imagination by just go ahead and start painting it – like nothing.

I compare this attitude to my appetite. Let’s say, I have got some really good cheese or ham or something, I know it must taste too good I want to keep them in my refrigerater as long as possible. (Well… now it doesn’t sound pretty, does it.  hahaha)

Like that, if I keep my image in my head too long, those fresh & georgeous images lose their freshness in time, that way when I come back to take a look at the image once again, it isn’t as good as it used to be. It it spoiled and I want to eat something else.

So, I have to decide when to eat them BEFORE it gets rotten.

Which means,

I have to get myself going and paint while images are good and my appetite is still there.

I had a feeling that when I first met them(the red poppies) at the sideway of rice field a couple years ago, I was touched and felt love but I couldn’t paint right away.

Oil on PDF

This year they are back in full bloom and despite of my fear losing my affection toward them, they were as beautiful as they were when I first met them. Even more beautiful and passionate, and bit familiar now.

It was great.