She Deserves a Post of Her Own
|Face No 100|
Although I have more to share and show about the ending of One Hundred Faces, I thought this last face must have all of the attention of this post.
She deserves the lime light, if you will.
Some of you encouraged me to paint a self portrait in this No 100 position.
Even though I declined, in my eyes, (pun intended) there is a likeness.
I do have green eyes.
And I do have a look of sadness, gloom, or sorrow when my face is in a relaxed state.
Some folk even might accuse me of being mad.
My nose is not that long.
And I don't think that is my lips.
Even though I don't wear head gear as such, on close observation you might see a tuft of gray hair at the edges.
All the flowers are me and I don't know whose gaudy dangle that is.
|beginning with a sketch|
Three weeks lapsed between No 99 and No 100.
Only because I am so involved in other fun stuff.
Still, I began to put a little pressure on myself to finish, as you do, when being pulled between passions.
So, one morning, I picked up a little piece of yellow card stock and thought to myself, "if I just get a quick sketch out of my head, I can go forward."
So I did.
I loved the sketch so much, I enlarged and transferred it to the No 100 position and started to paint.
I do regret that she is so solemn; however, my feeling about such is perhaps it is representational of the little splashes of self portrait that shows up in all of our faces.
|Row One and Two in the scheme of One Hundred Faces|