This work started it's life as a previous painting of a nameless face from 1961. The painting was a thrift find, that was in decent shape. I believe there was no frame, just the stretched canvas. I have been painting with a deep indigo extra oil paint from Old Holland paints that gives a sense of depth thats unrivaled. In previous paintings it worked great as I was painting on a smooth tight stretched linen canvas, with a titanium white gesso. This painting was deep dirty army green with deep redish brown tones. The indigo didn't quite take but it offed a new depth, and feel to the canvas. this feels old. This painting feels as though it's from 1961...
This is falling into the earlier works i had done involving my "tiny windows". I feel as though the windows as a passage either to the past or to the possible future. the preverbal "fork in the road" but here you can see the paths before you, as if you're moving through a time tunnel and you get to chose for those in front of you.
What do you feel when you look at this? Grnated it's not the same as standing before the painting (20x24") and seeing all of the minute details, the thickness of the paint, the feeling of the color in your presence. Art is an emotional, personal experience, as well as subjective.
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