Evelyn from Nebraska, part 2

Those of you addicted to expressionist art, as I am, know that portraits rarely show people as they appear--more as the artist feels about them. Irony is a strong component in expressionist art, and that's why attractive models, like Evelyn from Nebraska, are such a challenge. I feel a tinge of guilt about distorting and discoloring them. Still, Evelyn has proven to be a good sport, so here's Part 2 of my Evelyn studies (more distortion in studies to come):

Evelyn from Nebraska

Some of you may vaguely remember, if you happened to be reading my Facebook page, that a woman from Nebraska, named Evelyn, wanted me to do a portrait of her. Last week or was it two weeks ago, she drove with her family to Salt Lake City with the express purpose of doing a photo shoot from which I would extract one or several paintings. Needless to say, I felt the pressure. I didn't know Evelyn, and she didn't know me, but I soon discovered that she was one funny woman. There are more portraits to come, but I thought this one of Evelyn busting a gut, might be a good way to start. I discovered in the course of the shoot that sometimes her smiles had a slightly demonic grin, so I included that in this painting.

High Tea with Masks

I've been intrigued with the idea that we all wear masks, whether we're aware of it or not. We shift our language depending on whether we're talking to a kid next door or to the president of the United States. We dress up for some occasions, down for others. Make-up, after-shave, and a host of perfumes are eager to change our appearance, even our smells. One might ask if we peeled all the masks away anything would be left.

Sometimes a gift just walks through the door

I posted a painting recently, and Cheri Pray Earl then suggested that I paint a picture that draws on T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." At first the line, "I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled," came to mind. But on re-reading the poem, I decided to go with the line, "Do I dare to eat a peach?" It is so overladen with meaning and innuendo that I must constrain myself. Curious readers may revisit he poem. After at least a dozen versions, I have settled on this painting. Thank you, Cheri. I dedicate this to you.

Photo shoots: going with the flow

Photo shoot on Saturday. Good model, a lot of fun. Laughing. Exhausting. How can you plan these things? I don't know, I don't try. Painting is going to be fun.

Here are four of my favs. You can see more on my web site:
http://tomplummerphotography.com/p200217412

Leap of Faith

 

Forty years ago, I read Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling. Kierkegaard expounds on the story of Abraham and Isaac, the commandment of the Lord to Abraham to sacrifice his son. Abraham proceeds to fulfill the commandment but is stopped in the last moment by an angel. Kierkegaard then defines faith as the "leap," knowing that the leap can only end in disaster, but believing that it will somehow, through faith, end otherwise.

Max Factored

Mercedes and Rachel had a suitcase full of tricks when they came to model. I'm calling this one Max Factored. It may be my favorite:

Cheers to Mercedes and Rachel.