For this painting, I switched out the big canvas for a small, homemade board and pulled my smaller, fine tip brushes from the can. I kept my focus to one area at a time, concentrating on detail as opposed to slapping color on here and there as I thought I should in keeping with the style of impressionism. This seems to have worked better for me, and I was pleased with the outcome.
It was a privilege painting this portrait for friends in remembrance of their son.
I didn't know L.B. personally, but sensed the charm that was loved by so many in his
playful eyes and the soft curl of his smile.
Any painting is an adventure for me, but I experience a certain mystery with portraits. I'm not a master and have only done a few -- but when the picture comes to life on the canvas and stares back at me, two dimensions almost become three and it's as if he is says, "Hi there. I was waiting for you."
I imagine L.B.'s parents conversing with this likeness of their son,
and pray it graces their home and their hearts with warmth and love.