i met this man when i painted a house that he lived in with his wife who he is no longer with. he had just started to catch fire with the Muse, and he was turning out tons of paintings that had begun to take over much of the house. his "studio" was situated somehow on the landing at the top of the stairs, easel and all. he was making great use of the space, but the space was psychically shrinking. i'm not sure if he ever found a larger space, but i like to imagine that he did. this portrait was taken just outside of a client's house at the end of another workday... i ran into him when he was on a run.
No comments:
Post a Comment