The colors are awful, I know (not to mention blurry!). I need to get a decent camera (and a pair of unshaky hands). But this is a preview of the drawing or *(insert title). I had been completely involved with images of North Korean orphans from after the war. I could not stop painting them or drawing them, and collected one photograph after another. There was one image of a baby boy that struck me the most. His face was anguished, ribs exposed under thin skin. So I painted him. It haunted my roommates for years (bless their hearts).
I finally decided to paint over and start fresh. The decorative paper patten is still layered in some areas because I love visual history.
Will post more as I move along.
I still miss the kids.



Sneakey sneak of my painting corner.