I've been watching the "Eyes of Laura Mars" while I put this baby together. Well, I've been "listening" to it. Again, I don't know why I've been needing to see/listen to this 1978 relic (with Faye Dunaway and a young Tommy Lee Jones). I don't question my weird cravings. It's just like when my body says, eat some potatoes, and I say o.k., and whirl up some hash browns in a Spanish omelet! Back to the movie. I thought I was being directed by the universe to paint Faye Dunaway or something, but the gal that emerged is loosely based on a character in the movie "Amelie." A woman reminiscing about her husband who left her and ran away with his secretary years ago.
For some reason I like painting older people or forlorn people when I paint portraits. I'm not sure why. Well, maybe I do. There's something very interesting to me about more complex human emotions...those that touch a yearning inside. They don't make me sad; rather, I see a beauty in their vulnerability.
9" x 12"
Barbara Streisand singing theme ("Prisoner") from "Eyes of Laura Mars"
A little film clip.
Now it's the wee hours of the morning, and I need to clean my brushes, take a bath, go to bed, and lie in bed and think, why did I stay up so late during the work week?!?!?! WHAT am I doing? What can I do? When the muse calls, you must obey.