Paul and I were given a couple of HUGE canvases off Paul's brother for Christmas. Being the queen of procrastination, I have only just got round to doing something with mine. The plan was for me to paint Paul and for him to paint me.
I have felt quite bogged down with trying to paint in a realistic style for a while now, so I made the decision to stop doing portraits (for a while anyway). But I like painting faces so I decided to give a looser style a go. These canvases were the push I needed to help me out of that rut. I had no-one to please but myself; it didn't even matter if I got the likeness accurate (or so I told myself). So I enjoyed a day of sweeping arms, harsh lines and gloopy paint.
The result? Well my painting certainly hasn't broken new ground. It isn't even good, but it's my first attempt to detach that rod from my back and I love it! Even if Paul's comment was "It's not really me is it"