Bless My Rebel Heart, I Love Painting Faces
Published on March 17, 2015
A couple years ago I went through a period where I didn’t want to paint faces, because everyone paints faces.
There’s a part of me that always wants to be some kind of rebel — that relishes in being an odd ball — who finds pride in refusing to conform.
But then I realized how silly I was being.
I love painting faces.
It feels like magic every time a new face surfaces through a pool of color, line, and patterns.
Though the real secret is that each face is a facet of myself that’s being revealed.
Each face is a part of my story that is told without ever whispering a word.