During the last eight months I never focused on the reflections of the musicians in the stage floor. They screamed at me last night, begging for attention.
The night inspired eighteen paintings. I find it difficult to pick a favorite this time around. If I have to limit it to two, I will choose the portrait of young, Mike Lefton and the painting of Bill Lance playing saxophone. I love the simplicity of both.
I’m thinking that I should try the same approach with a landscape to see what happens. I think, without the music, the lines and the color will not spill onto the paper. I’m visiting a dear friend in Ashville next week. I might be bold and give it a try. A new environment always makes change a little easier.
Paintings: drawn first in black ink with dip pen, followed by watercolor washes.