One looks at Ingres’s “Portrait de monsieur Bertin” long enough, and one begins to think this is Ingres himself. As for the Van Gogh (indeed a self-portrait), odd that this great colorist has so encouraged my work with reed pens.
Charcoal drawing of a large-eyed young woman, hands crossed over her chest—the end of a long night of modeling?
Working online with a Parisian actress, model, clown!
Does the habitual expression of your lips express your personality, / Or does your personality organize itself around such things as / Your lips’ look?
Nobody can be waiting for the final withering away of all governments, but how about “a rebirth of wonder,” as Lawrence Ferlinghetti proposed in the 1950s? I’m not holding my breath. Faites des lignes, Ingres said, beaucoup de lignes. Make lines, lots of lines.