One of the most fulfilling things in my life is when I come home from work, walk in the door and hear a tiny little voice exclaim “daddy!” This is usually followed by that same little voice telling me all about her day in total jibberish. But I listen intently and pretend I understand exactly what she’s saying.
I figured it was about time I did a painting of her. Haven’t tried a portrait in a while. They can be a real challenge as there is no room for error with the drawing. The slightest misjudgment on a facial feature can completely change an expression or worse, make it look like a totally different person. But I wanted to try one anyway if for no other reason than that I consider myself a painter and yet I’ve never painted one of the most important things in my life.
I painted a little looser on this one. I like it when I can break out the knife and trowel on the paint. This one isn’t heading for a gallery and isn’t for sale. It’s just for me.