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Jan 28, 2014
Media: oil on canvas panel board, framed
Size: 10x8 in
"The musician writes for the orchestra what his inner voice sings to him; the painter rarely relies without disadvantage solely upon the images which his inner eye presents to him; nature gives him his forms study governs his combinations of them."
— Hermann Ebbinghaus
This is a painting of my son, Rob when he was younger. It doesn't really look like him in the face, so I am sure he will not recognize himself. However when I look at the painting, I get a distinct sense of satisfaction knowing I have captured his creative genius and spirit of love for music. Whenever I've watched him perform over the years, I can see him disappear pulled along by the hand of the illusive inner voice, enveloped into the sound of the great abyss. I recognize this sanctum, as I suppose is true with all artists. It's an inner sanctuary you simply fall and melt into similar to meditation. It happens quickly and...poof you're mind, heart and very soul are no longer in the space your body still occupies. I don't know where this zone resides, but for me if I'm not there, I am not creating.
For me this was a successful portrait.
"The musician writes for the orchestra what his inner voice sings to him; the painter rarely relies without disadvantage solely upon the images which his inner eye presents to him; nature gives him his forms study governs his combinations of them."
— Hermann Ebbinghaus
This is a painting of my son, Rob when he was younger. It doesn't really look like him in the face, so I am sure he will not recognize himself. However when I look at the painting, I get a distinct sense of satisfaction knowing I have captured his creative genius and spirit of love for music. Whenever I've watched him perform over the years, I can see him disappear pulled along by the hand of the illusive inner voice, enveloped into the sound of the great abyss. I recognize this sanctum, as I suppose is true with all artists. It's an inner sanctuary you simply fall and melt into similar to meditation. It happens quickly and...poof you're mind, heart and very soul are no longer in the space your body still occupies. I don't know where this zone resides, but for me if I'm not there, I am not creating.
For me this was a successful portrait.
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