Oil on stretched canvas, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
I wanted to capture her moody little face. Just because I can.
There are paintings I admire. I see them time and again. Just little moments in time captured with obvious brush strokes. And time and again I paint other things for the sake of alchemy and a message, and these opportunities to paint the way I have admired others for so long, fall by the wayside. Not tonight. Tonight this transpiration was ensnared by my brush. I'm so happy about it. I hope you love it too.