After I finished painting her, I wasn't sure whether she was a torch singer or a woman waiting to be asked to dance. I decided she wanted to dance. I have a little influence with my characters - but only a little.
She is my second painting of a wallflower. Not a flattering term, but since I've been one at times, I qualify to use it.
When I was about 13, my mother signed me up for ballroom dance class. I was gangly and awkward and a couple of years younger than the other students. At that age even a year makes a difference. Nobody - and I mean nobody - chose me as a partner. My teacher had some of the boys dance with me so I could at least learn the steps.
Oh the humiliation! It rates a smile from me now, but back then it was a major trauma! Maybe experiences like that make me especially sympathetic to the lonely and unappreciated. Other than dancers, they are my favorite subjects.
This painting - still so wet, it was tough to photograph, hence all the shiny areas - is oil on Gessobord, 12 x 12". Thanks so much for visiting my blog!
4 comments:
this is gorgeous. To me, you are very successful at portraying mood. I don't think it's because of the titles, although it's hard to test that. I like all the effort you're making to create a more vibrant blog, too. It's generous of you to share glimpses of your self. Thanks. (From another who has flowered the wall on occasion.)
Hi Dale - I love your comment! Maybe having been a wallflower on occasion builds character - at least I like to think so! Thanks, too, for noticing my blog work. I'm really behind in my assignments, but working hard to catch up. Thanks so much for your nice comments!
This painting is wonderful. It brings up the emotion that comes with waiting to be asked.
Thank you, Nancy. It's so nice to know that I "connected" with a viewer!
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