April 2020. Acrylic on canvas. 10 x 8 in.
I miss seeing people’s faces. It’s a feeling that has reached a point of sadness. I am 100% on-board with the necessary effort to universally mask until it is safe to once again reveal our full selves. But I will be happy when that day comes.
So in the meantime I’m posting this rather cheerful countenance from last spring – painted in the first days of the pandemic, when masks were still novel, and home-made, and not yet a symbol of division. Before faces became in short supply.
He’s created with alizarin crimson straight from the tube, on a canvas stained by a sponge with a mix of alizarin and raw umber. He got the name Henri I think because I was reading about some fin-de-siecle Parisian artists, or their dealers – I no longer remember who – and he just came to life for me that way.
I miss your face.