I am fascinated with faces. So many stories paint themselves and eventually etch themselves into our faces, and no matter what we do with make up or with cosmetic surgery, we cannot hide our past. Nor should we even try. Each face is a living testimony of that person's journey as well as being mirrors for ourselves to gaze into. Sometimes they can be warnings that if we do not change, if we do not bring more joy in our life, if we continue to frown in dislike, or to continually distort our faces in anger, we will show the world the pain of living such a life.
For five years I had the priveledge of gazing into thousands of faces as I sat on the back steps of the Bodhi Tree Boostore in Hollywood, reading the tarot. What stories, what faces stared back at me with their questions. As an artist, or as one in love, there is no such thing as an ugly face. All faces are fields where colors and moods move and shadows and lights play across a wonderful terrain that our ancestors and time have sculpted.
Most of the faces I paint or draw arise out of colors or shadows, just as faces appear in clouds or from the cracks on the wall or in the bark of trees, having no model before me. They are faces transformed from the many faces, imbibed faces grown over time within me.
FACES GALLERY
831-601-2092
Oil on canvas 2006
Oil on canvas 2006
Spirit Breath
11 x 14 Soft pastel on paper 1995
11 x 14 Soft pastel on paper 1995
Woman in Blue
Private Collection
11 x 14 Soft pastel on paper 1995
11 x 14 Soft pastel on paper 1995
11 x 14 Soft pastel on paper 1995
Man of Red
11 x 14 Soft pastel on paper 1995
Green-Blue Man
14 x 17 chalk pastel 1999
14 x 17 soft pastel 1997
18 x 24 Soft pastel on paper 1996