There, that says it all. You can figure out the rest. The painting has turned rather mystical. As one of my friends and I studied it on the phone together, she said, "Are you aware of the face in her tummy?" "What face?" .... WOW, I had missed it all, which is so rare for me with these paintings. Have a look, there is definitely a face just above her arm in her tummy/breast area. "And if you count the straps and the V neck on her dress as ears, it could be part animal - perhaps a wolf ... that's what comes to mind for me". Holy Cow!!! Somehow I had always considered wolf as my personal totem .... hmmmmm, the plot thickens.
Then it was my turn to gasp ... "Look on the right hand side of the painting. The place between her turquoise coat and the edge of the painting. There is a man walking away.", I exclaimed. Hmmmm, yet again. Much discussion over that one. I'll leave it to your imaginations.
So that's the story. I completely missed it, didn't want to hear it, didn't want to look at it, just simply didn't want to. Now I know why looking at the little girl brings such a lump to my throat, and tears to my eyes. I put the finishing touches on the painting yesterday. It is complete.
|"Mama, will you still love me when I'm an artist?"|
And I'm seriously thinking about turning the following into a birthday card, for Bob of homemade pasta fame. The are coming down and there will be a party. He loves "Day of the Dead" stuff.