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That's me in my underwear, swinging in the cul-de-sac where my family all lived.
I remember trying to swing so high the chains would go slack for a second before gravity caught you and snapped you back down. I'm sure it wasn't particularly safe. None of it was.
But mostly I remember the freedom of it. Running around half-dressed, cousins and family everywhere, no awareness of how I looked or who was watching. Just completely inside my own life.
This was also the first painting where I stopped trying so hard to make a good painting and let myself paint.
Maybe that's why I keep coming back to her.
DETAILS
• Original acrylic painting on canvas board
• Size: 8” W × 11” H
• One of one original artwork
That's me in my underwear, swinging in the cul-de-sac where my family all lived.
I remember trying to swing so high the chains would go slack for a second before gravity caught you and snapped you back down. I'm sure it wasn't particularly safe. None of it was.
But mostly I remember the freedom of it. Running around half-dressed, cousins and family everywhere, no awareness of how I looked or who was watching. Just completely inside my own life.
This was also the first painting where I stopped trying so hard to make a good painting and let myself paint.
Maybe that's why I keep coming back to her.
DETAILS
• Original acrylic painting on canvas board
• Size: 8” W × 11” H
• One of one original artwork