Portraits
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I've been asked often why I paint so many children. After all, who wants to buy a painting of another's child? I suppose if I was painting for the money, that would be a question I should seriously think about, but that is not my motivation. This is why I paint children doing what children do: They are innocently and unabashedly truly themselves and no one else, their joy is profound and contagious, their spirits are still somehow tethered to God, they never apologize for asking questions or not knowing, they notice everything, even the inconspicuous and insignificant, they love sunshine, puddles and mud, butterflies, pill-bugs, puppies and kittens. They have a reservoir of courage and nobility that can astound you when they have cause to call upon it. And the wisdom that occasionally falls from their rosebud lips has the ability to make you feel like you know nothing of the world or life or love. In short, they are everything we should be, but have forgotten how to be. ~ I'm trying to remember and painting them feeds my soul.
Please contact me for pricing
I've been asked often why I paint so many children. After all, who wants to buy a painting of another's child? I suppose if I was painting for the money, that would be a question I should seriously think about, but that is not my motivation. This is why I paint children doing what children do: They are innocently and unabashedly truly themselves and no one else, their joy is profound and contagious, their spirits are still somehow tethered to God, they never apologize for asking questions or not knowing, they notice everything, even the inconspicuous and insignificant, they love sunshine, puddles and mud, butterflies, pill-bugs, puppies and kittens. They have a reservoir of courage and nobility that can astound you when they have cause to call upon it. And the wisdom that occasionally falls from their rosebud lips has the ability to make you feel like you know nothing of the world or life or love. In short, they are everything we should be, but have forgotten how to be. ~ I'm trying to remember and painting them feeds my soul.