It happens every year about this time…the view from my living room window mocks me. The leaves fall, revealing one of the most beautiful, famous scenes anywhere. Something I’ve tried and tried again to capture. The Manhattan skyline.
It mocks me.
Some of my failures:
I must do this scene justice before I die. Otherwise, my troubled soul will wander the Outer Boroughs of New York City.
I finished the self-portrait in very little time. I thought it would take several days, and I would fill in with humorous, anecdotal experience with my portraiture education and professional portraiture stories. Like the blond boy with glasses who requested I make him look like Fonzi. If you don’t know who Fonzi is, you have my admiration.
So, here’s the self-portrait. Plan to use it as a logo, sample, etc.
So, now what? I really should be getting ready for this designer/art fair, but there’s not a lot to do until some items I ordered arrive. With a hint of fall chilliness in the air, I’m returning to the IDEA THAT WOULD NOT DIE.