Mother Tree
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
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