I almost threw this painting away. It was coming out awful. I was doing a bored, wintery blues kind of feel and it just came out awful with her skin greyish tan and her hair an awful yellow! Set it aside. Then I was bored and feeling unfulfilled not letting my art out, picked up my brushes and this picture, and started attacking it with vengence. It's not perfect and her eye is a little crossed, but it became something from God Awful to Celtic Angel, in my eyes anyway. My husband loves it and that means a lot! It makes me happy. Faces are never ever my thing, and I do have so much to learn, but perfection isn't the point in my art. Color. Mood. Feeling. Story. And, it is a creative outlet that I need and enjoy, well, it always is a bit torturous, but I feel sooo much better after I created something that actually looks pleasing to the eye. So, that was my Art Explosion and it gave me great satsifaction. I love her hair the most....I call her by another name: Flame Girl!
