Victorias home is beautiful– stylish, comfortable, homey, filled with air and light and the details, all carefully placed, revealing the truth of a good life thriving. In her bedroom was this small and lovely painting an artist had painted of Victoria when she was just a child. A lovely expressive memory of her life that is now framed on the wall and cherished. I instinctively photographed it. I think I knew in that moment I’d be making an art piece later, and so I did. It’s one of my personal favorites. Perhaps the directness of her gaze, the textures and strokes, the overlapping of youth and maturity all coming together. A picture captures what we look like. It’s perfect. Ahhhh, but the textures. Interpretation is the invisible thing a painting can reveal in it’s thoughtful imperfection.
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