The other week I was asked by a student for how long I've been working with watercolours. Truthfully I answered I took it up last year (to teach!) after many years only painting in oil. I said I had just used watercolours for sketches while traveling. I mostly used that material in my late teens. But of course that is a truth with modification; when I consider not using - it might just be not using a lot. I've always kept making sketches and portraits - private stuff.
Checking some old materials (wondering if I had been painting any watercolours the last years) I came across this portrait of my father. My father died in 2001. This portrait must be from around 1999 (I didn't write the date). I miss him.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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i can almost feel that he is dreaming. love the way a lamp (bit golden glow of it) exists in the portrait--its symbolic of light and life, living on in some way, for me.
an intimate moment. thanks.
Oj, oj, så starka känslor du förmedlar. Livet, tiden...
Mycket fin bild av din Pappa, vilken tur att du har målat den!
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