She came to me while on a flight to New York to see my mother. I usually take a sketch pad and charcoal when I fly. It helps me pass the time and keeps me from thinking about unpleasant things. This painting was done from the sketch I did on the plane and for some reason I feel compelled to keep painting her. Her story is perhaps a sad one but the way she shouts out at me is beautiful.
32" x 24" Acrylic on canvas (SOLD)
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