I had just to make my last hair stroke on my new portrait painting to count the work as officially finished. As imagined by friends and family alike, my portrait painting is not a self portrait, but a personal study of someone else’s life. It’s a painting I’ve named: ephemerality. This word can describe every stage of the work, as with each brush stroke the image was transformed to a new “being,” or a more recognizable being.
The work itself is my own interpretation of the moment I was lucky to caught on my sitter. The white background for me, represents her innocence and the purity of the image. The white egg hanging from her ear lobe represents her fertility. There is a ticking clock behind, in the background. Unlike any other kid, this one is serious. She’s aware, like myself, that time has tremendous powers and I, as an artist, am just an observant of ephemeral moments.