Sunday, July 19, 2015

Nudish




The need to say something about every painting, a need that is driven by the parameters of a blog and not by the drivenness towards paint. But I have absolutely nothing to say about this painting. I remember the girl, or woman as she seemed at the time, though we were both very young. I vaguely remember wanting to capture the image of the painter as well as the model, which is achieved in the ghostly outline at her back. I seem to recall that the intrusiveness of the painting on the wall beside her was something we had been talking about, some intellectual construct about the nature of Art, but the details are long gone. I think her name was Carole, though it might have been Claire.







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