It is always an honor to paint a person. There is the responsibility to “get” the expression and put the eyes and ears in the right places, but there is a level of tender intimacy found when I look so long and carefully at just that nose, that ear, that personality. It isn’t the same as painting, say…cars!
These cars are all in Arizona. People drive golf carts around, too. I wasn’t sure what to put in the bottom middle spot. It would have been difficult to draw a small car across the gutter of the page. My friend, Elinor, suggested an Arizona license plate. Pretty cool idea, isn’t it? The page needed some text, so I added words from an old Country Western song. I sang it for my husband and he laughed.
Creating in Alaska 
Yes, I fondly remember my first car, a yellow ’67 Mustang! These are fun.
I love the painting of the little boy in the field! That is precious. The colors are wonderful! Yes there are a lot of golf carts in Arizona. I road in one once 🙂
Thank you, Arlene! You’ve had to drive one to know, right? Thanks for stopping by.
Thank you, Peggy! I had a bit of fun splashing paint around on that one 🙂
Nicely made, Suzie. We are in golf cart country here in Florida, too. Our first car was a Nash Rambler. Whoooo that was a long time ago!