This week in my continuing effort to get away from realism, I will begin painting my Granceil. Grandmother Lucille, my Mom’s mom.)
(It occurs to me that someday there will be a Grandmother Jennifer.)
This began as a black-and-white photo that was then tinted with color by my Aunt Delores. I used an iPhone to take a photo of it.
So, now I will be making a painting of a photo of a painted photo.
I want to have some fun with the palette too. And as always, I want to get looser and chunkier.
Oh that’s cool. Mom and Grandceil and I have the same hairline.
She looks not quite *no*-nonsense, but minimal nonsense, anyway? Almost a "what are you still messing around for, take the photo already, I could have done a dozen photos by now" look? (but photos sometimes are deceptive.)
Posted by: KC | October 04, 2024 at 10:05 AM
KC - Very practical, very blunt. Not quite “I have no time for this nonsense,” more “I have no time for your specific nonsense, Mr. Man.” I am convinced from her face that a man was taking the photo.
Posted by: theQueen | October 04, 2024 at 11:51 AM
That is fabulous. :-) (also it probably *was*; female professional photographers were relatively rare for a variety of tooth-gnashingly frustrating reasons.)
Posted by: KC | October 05, 2024 at 10:18 AM
KC - I read that like so many jobs in WWII, male photographers went to war, and women took their place.
“As millions of women entered the workforce during the Second World War, the field for professional women photographers expanded substantially to approximately 10,000, indicating a twofold increase from 1920.“
But again, she would only make that mask of a face at a man to hide what she was thinking.
Posted by: theQueen | October 06, 2024 at 07:07 AM
... yep, WWII would make sense!
Posted by: KC | October 06, 2024 at 10:54 AM