akagon is sneezing a lot
There was a long queue so I gave it a miss this time but she seemed to be really good! I’ll definitely try next time.
How I did it: Posted my pics online and some hobby artist found it and painted me :-) I was friends with the artist at the time and that helped. I also paint but I don't paint myself.
Lessons & tips: Pay lots of money for a proper one
Resources: None yet.
akagon is sneezing a lot
There was a long queue so I gave it a miss this time but she seemed to be really good! I’ll definitely try next time.
akagon is sneezing a lot
Ideally I want to have it done in Paris :) I’ll see what happens.
My grandmother painted portraits of all of her grandchildren as kids. She is a great artist, and the painting of me is something I really appreciate.
Who wouldn’t want a portrait painted? Perhaps it’s old-fashioned, but I think it would be great.
So after long thought I dusted my acrylic paints and brushes off the shelf and went to work on a picture of myself. I’ve never painted before and was surprised at how natural it felt. It was very relaxing and a great way to try something different from which I’m all about.
Tishan let's Live - Give life
yes mel i am that vain lol i have always wanted to have an old fashioned portrait down, i guess its the romantic in me.
I wish I knew how to link it to this entry but…you can see it on my 43people page. It’s amazing! I love it and I’am so appreciative of coffeholic for doing it. She’s a very talented artist.
last July in S. Petersburg. The town is full of artists, at least they all think they are, but mostly it’s just a way to make one feel guilty for having some money instead of living for Art. I didn’t like it but it’s obvious that the last changes in the economical and social situation have put many people in a lot of difficulty. The status of artist can be useful, somehow, it gives a justification for poverty, it covers it with some high principle like the one Art offers, it let the so called artists frown on the consumistic society, so that they aspire also to be moral guides. Couldn’t stand them, though pitying them. One of these kind of people, very young, very excited, very female looking like a male (I wondered about malnutrition), decided at about one in the morning to take a portrait of me.
That was an awful idea, the light was just above my head making strange shadows on my face, I was very tired and didn’t have any interest in it. She painted me yellow (well, i guess I probably was yellow with anger, realizing she just wanted me to feel obliged to buy then some of her works. I didn’t, of course.).
I’m going to be talking to that artist in the next few weeks (about an unrelated subject) ... we’ll see if he can stil fit me in into one of his sessions…