I clearly remember the last brush stroke of the painting, More Than A Clown.
By the time I got the features together I remember the feeling this project was huge, different, emotionally exhausting. I was right.
I was going to to have to tell a story in color, on her face. A story of someone not taken seriously, not listened to , unseen by people who refused to see. I was going to paint it all; including the parts where they laughed thinking they’d won.
The last expression would be through her hair. Red, blue and purple flames licked the sky all around without leaving a flame or a scorch in the garden where she stood. The name of the garden is Hope. As it is said, “You only start a garden if you hope to see it grow.”
The young woman knows she holds hope in her hands…. and sunflower seeds. I knew I’d have to paint all my that. And I I did. I know it’s a deep piece but ha! it’s her truth and mine.
Live Free. Create Well.
Faith Magdalene’s Sundrip
