Maverick sent me an e-mail today from the U.S. where she is neck-deep in graduate studies. With it was an attachment of her boyfriend, Andreas', portrait, which she had painted in oil. It is meant to be a present for his birthday, which comes up in a week. I dare say, she has captured an extreme likeness of him. In fact, I'll venture even farther and say she did an excellent job.
Artists claim that for one to render a decent portrait of another, some kind of connection must be established between painter and subject--the deeper that connection, the better the outcome. Judging from Maverick's piece, that connection is burning! Looking at it as a work of art, I'd say it's very good--okay, even fantastic, if you twist my arm: the texture (hair, eyebrows, skin, eyeball) is palpable; the three-dimensional aspect has been executed well; the colors pop out; the background (which has been her signature style) is genius; the expression, one can't quite put a finger on it, on what he's thinking, but he's flesh and blood, and very much alive and engaged...but as a mother, It's a bit unnerving, this deep connection. She's only 25..
Well, he's darned lucky, and he better realize it.
No comments:
Post a Comment