Painting men vs painting women
"You realize that you've only painted men," said my wife Heather, after a long string of watercolour portraits. "Why is that?"
(insert uncomfortable pause here)
As I reflect on 40 years of drawing and painting - and yes, I have a big pile of material that goes back that far - my subjects have largely been the male of the species. Looking through the catalogue in my mind, there are a few exceptions to that rule: Maya Angelou, Marilyn Monroe, Billy Holiday being a few. But by and large, I'm more comfortable working on portraits of men.
I spent much of Saturday working on one of the most sensuous women in the world - Katy Perry. I was nervous going into the project and nervous coming out of it because the demands and expectations are so high when you're trying to capture a luminescent character like Ms. Perry.
After she was mostly done, I longed for a complete shift in subject. So, I went from one of the most striking female singers of the day, to one of the most grizzled males, Keith Richards from the Rolling Stones.
It was a breath of fresh air to pull out my larger brush and freely apply colour to his deeply contoured facial lines and wild mane. His eyes, large and insistent, were a cake walk to capture compared to Katy's.
A friend has asked me to consider of doing a mural of her and her husband somewhere in their backyard, a potential surprise for a special occasion. The guy would be easy to do, but the gal? Whew! Beauty is a fickle business, and I'm trying my best to get better at capturing it.