This is the “latest” (many years old) out of a series of 50 faces I was trying to make. Perhaps I’ll explain it fully one day, but although it’s rather morbid, it has a lot of personal meaning for me. My goal was 50 but I only got to 8. I made many of these when I last lived in Japan, in the northern part of Tokyo. Here’s one of my favorites that despite trying to make look dead, looks frighteningly alive.
I originally intended to black out some of this one, to show it’s a distant memory that I can’t quite grasp. For some reason, the fields behind my house in the rural suburbs of Rochester, NY, in November and March on a dark day are intensely nostalgic for me. I imagine there being some cold wind in this picture. The forest in the background is rather large in real life, so it’s a little skewed – it would be closer in reality than it is in this painting. This is about 16×20″ or so, oil on canvas.