ArtSlant - Trixie talks art en-us 40 Naming Paintings <p><img src="" alt="Peppermint Patty 2014 Trixie Pitts" /></p> <p><em>Peppermint Patty 2014 acrylic on canvas &nbsp;60 x 27 inches</em></p> <p>I love naming paintings. &nbsp;Painting the way that I do in hopefully a spontaneous, non-thinking way, sometimes I am amazed with what the painting reminds me of when I finally get it away from the studio and look at it. &nbsp;As soon as I brought home and looked at this painting, the name came to me immediately: Peppermint Patty. &nbsp;I always loved Peppermint Patty because Patty was what everyone called me when I was a child and PP was so different than me. &nbsp;She was so imperfect and yet so lovable and back then, I always felt the need to be perfect. &nbsp; &nbsp;Now, with my paintings I revel in their imperfections - that&rsquo;s what makes them interesting. &nbsp;How boring if something is&nbsp;&ldquo;perfect&rdquo; - as in exactly as you expect it to be. &nbsp;Like Picasso said,&nbsp;&ldquo;A finished painting is a dead painting.&rdquo;&nbsp;</p> <p>When are my paintings done? &nbsp;I think that is a hard question for a lot of painters. &nbsp;Sometimes I know mine are done when I feel a sense of relief. &nbsp;Like, okay I can let that go. &nbsp;Some aren&rsquo;t done, they are sort of abandoned,&nbsp;because there is nothing more that I can do to it. &nbsp;I remember Larry Poons saying to someone in the studio once,&nbsp;&ldquo;There is a reason you stopped and it&rsquo;s not because you wanted a cup of tea.&rdquo; &nbsp;In other words, the painting was telling them it was done.</p> <p>It is true that if I am really&nbsp;&ldquo;painting", I don&rsquo;t stop unless I have to for something beyond my control. &nbsp;I hate it if I have to stop in the middle of a session. &nbsp;For me painting is really intense and I am so into it that it can be hard to get back to that place again. &nbsp;If a painting is&nbsp;unfinished, then when I go back to paint it again, I don&rsquo;t just pick up where I left off, like I am drawing something. &nbsp;I have to ort of start over, but with what I have. &nbsp;It&rsquo;s a matter of being able to let what you have go. &nbsp;I&rsquo;ve only made this realization in the last year or two and I think it is really evident in my work.</p> <p>Please visit my painting webstie and my entire blog:</p> Sun, 26 Jan 2014 19:17:50 +0000 Arriving with Baggage <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Trixie Pitts_Arrival with Baggage 2013_oil_48x48in" /></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><em>Arriving with Baggage oil on canvas &nbsp;48 x 48 inches</em></p> <p>Sometimes they just happen, paintings. &nbsp;I really love this one because somehow it just almost exploded onto the canvas. &nbsp;It&rsquo;s hard to describe to someone who is only&nbsp;looking at a little image instead of the big (4 x 4 ft.) canvas, but I kind of went for broke. &nbsp;I had an idea of what I wanted to express, but the way I paint is not&nbsp;to neatly and&nbsp;calmly &nbsp;plan. &nbsp;I prefer to just do it and see what happens. &nbsp;It&rsquo;s more like life that way when you don&rsquo;t know the outcome.</p> <p>Here is a figure of a girl. &nbsp;She seems to be emerging from chaos and yes, she has baggage. Big baggage. My first name for the painting was "Escape with Baggage". &nbsp;I was concerned that title might scare people off. Then I thought of "I Choose Life", but thought maybe some people might think I am some sort of pro-life fanatic. &nbsp;So I called it&nbsp;&ldquo;Arrival" until I could think of something better. &nbsp;I kind of like "Take My Hand".</p> <p>I love painting the way I do&nbsp;because when I was painting this it was extremely intense and yet when I finished someone said it reminded him of Christmas shopping - !! Wow! That was so far from what I was thinking that I think it&rsquo;s great!&nbsp;</p> <p>Another thing I love is that I can look at it and see all that it means to me and still find it beautiful. &nbsp;Sometimes people who have been through a lot can feel anything but beautiful. &nbsp;I had an idea of what I wanted to paint, a figure emerging, but when I look at this big painting and even this small photo, I&rsquo;m amazed by the story it tells. &nbsp;I am very proud of myself because I feel courageous. &nbsp;This is a strong girl.</p> <p>Maybe I will compromise and call it,&nbsp;&ldquo;Arriving with Baggage&rdquo;.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Please visit my painting website: <a title="" href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a> and my blog: <a title="Trixie Talks Art" href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a></p> Fri, 13 Dec 2013 17:05:46 +0000 Open Heart <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Trixie Pitts_Open Hear_2013_Oil_36x36 inches" /><em>Open Heart 2013</em> oil on canvas&nbsp; 36 x 36 inches</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>This is currently the painting that is closest to my heart.&nbsp; I painted it all in one go.&nbsp; Well actually, I stretched the canvas and painted a couple layers of white on Monday and I painted it on Tuesday.&nbsp; In between that time, I found out that someone that meant a lot to me had just died, not unexpectedly, since they were 90.&nbsp; I just happened to find out by Google searching their name on a whim.&nbsp; The next day, I didn&rsquo;t want to sit around feeling sorry for myself so I went to the studio and this was what I painted.&nbsp; To me it is so raw and feeling.&nbsp; It seems to me both bold and soft at the same time, both smiling and crying.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No one could plan to paint something like this.&nbsp; There is no plan.&nbsp; There is no rule following.&nbsp; There is no demand for perfection.&nbsp; There is no pretense of perfection.&nbsp; Most of all, this painting seems to me so forgiving.&nbsp; This painting is all love and loss and forgiveness.&nbsp; It may be oil paint on canvas but the medium is pain and love. Being able to paint something like this, whether anyone else in the world likes it, or ever even sees it is why I paint.&nbsp; To me it means everything.</p> <p>Please visit my website and blog: <a title="" href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a></p> Fri, 27 Sep 2013 03:23:15 +0000 Why I Painted Three Women - Second Thoughts <p><em>&nbsp;</em></p> <p><em><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Three Women 2005 oil on canvas 36" /></em></p> <p><em>Three Women</em>&nbsp; 2005&nbsp; oil on canvas&nbsp; 36&rdquo; x 24&rdquo;</p> <p>Why I painted <em>Three Women</em> doesn&rsquo;t seem to matter so much anymore.&nbsp; I look at it and remember why I painted it, but I also see things I wasn&rsquo;t able to see before.&nbsp; I first wrote&nbsp; about this painting that I painted in 2005 - on August 24, 2009. &nbsp;(Please visit my art website/blog:<a title="" href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a>) Wow!&nbsp; It strikes me that I must have been in some sort of &ldquo;zone&rdquo; similar to one I might get into when I&rsquo;m painting - if I&rsquo;m lucky - where it just kind of comes out from a feeling place rather than thinking.&nbsp; Often when I paint a painting that I think is really special, I look at it and think or say to myself, how did I ever do that?&nbsp; This is how I feel after reading this entry again after four years.&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The painting <em>Three Women</em> is based on a quick sketch I did while recalling a nightmare that I had the night before.&nbsp; It was a horrible dream - something about a funeral.&nbsp; It was icy cold and dark and I was alone.&nbsp; I entered some room as I was trying to get out and I saw &ldquo;them&rdquo; over in the corner: <em>my three women</em>: my mother was leaned back in a chair or wheelchair looking very angry and blaming; my grandmother (who was ancient when she died - 10 years before dream) was behind her and seemed sort of dead, but not glad to see me anyway at this ice cold greenish-blue room at the funeral; and my sister who seemed somehow to be &ldquo;with&rdquo; them.</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Sketch: Grandmother, Mother and Sister" /></p> <p>Back then I wrote about all the bitchy women in my life and how it has been a struggle for me because I always seemed vulnerable to this type.&nbsp; I am so pleased after rereading this piece to feel like I&rsquo;m not like that anymore.&nbsp; They were who they were and it is not my fault.&nbsp; I always loved them and hoped everyday that they would accept me, but that never happened.&nbsp; I am pleased to report that I now have a few really truly nice women friends.&nbsp; I attribute my change in outlook in a large part to my daughter-in-law.&nbsp; She is such a wonderful, smart, funny, nice and loving person - and she loves me!&nbsp; If I were somehow crippled inside and unable to love her for the beautiful person that she is, that wouldn&rsquo;t be her fault - and - nor was it mine.</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Three Women (detail)" /></p> <p>Actually, when I look at this zoom image now, I see more than the ice-cold anger of my mother.&nbsp; I see someone in a lot of pain - like myself when I painted her.&nbsp; Now, the image of my sister reminds me of me still loving them and, the image of my grandmother reminds me of the hurt wounded little me of all ages who needed to be loved.</p> <p>So, instead of this being an angry expos&eacute; of a painting, I now see it as a loving one!</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Mother 1997" /></p> <p>I made the sculpture <em>Mother</em> in 1997 based on a gouache(opaque water color) painting that I had done previously.</p> <p>I find the stance and the holes to be quite powerful.&nbsp; I had never done a sculpture before.&nbsp; This was before the Internet, so I basically just looked up sculpture at the bookstore and winged it from there.&nbsp; I like the way that since it is plaster, I was able to paint it, although at some point I would like to have it made into bronze.</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Monter 1994" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><em>Mother</em>&nbsp; May 9, 1994</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;">You used to seem so huge.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Your size</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Your vibes</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Were so much bigger than mine.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">You were like a great neon sign</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Flashing your message:</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Don&rsquo;t ask me</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Don&rsquo;t need me</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Don&rsquo;t whine.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Now I see you</p> <p style="text-align: center;">How you really were.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Your vacant eyes</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Your empty breast</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Your hollow womb</p> <p style="text-align: center;">You were like a living tomb.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">At least now</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I can see how</p> <p style="text-align: center;">You <em>couldn&rsquo;t</em> love me.</p> <p style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</p> <p>As for being a mother myself, basically, as soon as I saw my first son and then again my second, I just knew - <em>I just knew</em> - that it is possible to be a good mother and I was going to do it.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I saved myself because of them - so I <em>could</em> be a good mother.&nbsp; I know I made a lot of mistakes but the fact is, I know that they know - that I love them.</p> <p>Please visit my website/blog: <a title="" href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a></p> Fri, 30 Aug 2013 22:53:56 +0000 I Love To Paint With Black and White <p><img src="" alt="Expedition 2013 Oil, Graphite on Canvas, 48 x 54 inches " /></p> <p><strong><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Expedition</em></strong><em> <strong>2013&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </strong>Oil, Graphite on Canvas, 48 x 54 inches<strong>&nbsp;</strong></em><strong><em>&nbsp;&nbsp;</em></strong></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">I love painting with black and white and grey.&nbsp; A lot of my paintings I begin with a gestural under-painting where I draw into the under-paint before I beg in to add color.&nbsp; Sometimes though, a particular canvas might cry out to me, &ldquo;Stick with it!&nbsp; Don&rsquo;t add another color!&rdquo;&nbsp; And I have to then agree with my painting that adding a color would then make it all about them!&nbsp; Expedition is such a painting.&nbsp; At a certain point it demanded to me not to dare ad any yellow, or pink or whatever.&nbsp; That would have made the painting something else altogether.&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">That&rsquo;s okay too a lot of the time.&nbsp; Being able to &ldquo;let it go&rdquo; is a vital part of painting the way I do.&nbsp; At every stage, I need to be able to do this, to avoid it ever looking &ldquo;doctored&rdquo;.&nbsp; To me that is the kiss of death.&nbsp; Spontaneity and expressing something that is there inside me but doesn&rsquo;t have a thought in my mind to describe it is what I paint for.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">Expedition is the title I gave this painting for several reasons.&nbsp; I recently watched a fabulous pbs documentary about Lewis and Clark&rsquo;s Voyage of Discovery.&nbsp; It was such a tremendously brave expedition into the unknown that I was absolutely amazed.&nbsp; Yes they were brave, but they were often lucky too. When things appeared they didn&rsquo;t expect, they took advantage of them. They had a bit of a plan when they started, but they basically figured it all out as they went along.&nbsp; There are so many parallels in their story to how I strive to paint!&nbsp; As I paint, I often feel like I am on my own expedition within.&nbsp; I try to be brave and just do it and to take advantage of any luck that somehow appears.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">As Larry Poons said once to someone who said maybe they should paint over something that they hadn&rsquo;t intended, &ldquo;What?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; You should never give away free money!&rdquo;</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><img src="" alt="Passage 2013 Oil, Graphite on Canvas, 14 x 36 inches " />&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><strong><em>Passage&nbsp; </em></strong><em>2013&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Oil, Graphite on Canvas&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 14 x 36 inches&nbsp;</em></p> <p>I painted <em>Passage</em> the same time I painted <em>Expedition</em>.&nbsp; To me it has a similar vibe.&nbsp; A Japanese artist friend of mine said it reminds her of some Buddhist picture in Japan.&nbsp; Wow!&nbsp; I love that.&nbsp; It is such a great feeling when my paintings elicit some sort of feeling memory in someone else!</p> <p>Please visit my website:;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Wed, 24 Jul 2013 00:41:53 +0000 Art Scam? <p><img src="" alt="Flower Power (Detail) 2013 Oil " style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" /></p> <p>                                     Flower Power (Detail) 2013 Oil 2013 <br /> <br />On the heels of winning a blue dot for my painting at the Art Students League of New York last week, I received a couple of unsolicited emails. One was about a prospective buyer for my painting, which of course is always welcome. The second came today. It is an email from someone claiming to be curator for an upcoming exhibition at a gallery in Soho. I conjectured the person had seen my painting at the league and selected me for the show. After the initial excitement wore off, I did a little research and uncovered many posts about it being a possible art scam. Yikes! Then I had a second look at the email and I noticed a few things that I had overlooked in my initial excitement.</p> <p>1. The email is signed “Laura,” with no surname. This seems highly unprofessional.<br /> 2. Her email address is at gmail. If I were a curator at a gallery, I think I would have an email address that reflects that.<br /> 3. Although the gallery in question appears to exist, I don’t think they are listed in the NY Gallery Guide.<br /> 4. Laura’s email had typos and bad grammar.<br /> 5. The beginning of the email seemed personalized, but the rest seemed generic.<br /> 6. Not only did she not give her surname, her email left no contact telephone number. When I called the gallery she supposedly works in, I was told Laura was “in a meeting.”</p> <p>Anyway, I will definitely not be participating in a show at this place. And, I would just like to warn other artists to always beware when offers fall from the sky!</p> <p></p> <p>Please vist my art website: <a href="" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>   </p> <p><a href="" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">facebook/trixiepitts</a></p> <p> </p> Mon, 13 May 2013 22:33:25 +0000 Abstract Landscapes - Burgundy <p style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Chambolle Musigny 2013 Oil, Graphite on Canvas, 48 x 48 inches" /></p> <p><em>Clos de Beze 2013 Oil, Graphite on Canvas 48&rdquo;x48&rdquo;</em></p> <p>Chambolle Musigny 2013 is from my new series of abstract paintings based on my recent extended visit to Burgundy, France during the late winter/very early spring. &nbsp;At that time of year, the colors are very subtle but particularly beautiful in Burgundy. There is usually a mist in the air intensified by the haze from the burning of the old vine branches in preparation for the new season.</p> <p><span style="text-align: justify;">After spending some time recently in Burgundy, France I felt inspired to try my hand at some abstract landscapes, which I haven't done in a few years having been focusing mainly on nonrepresentational abstract painting. My goal is to paint how I like to paint - without any preconceived plan basically as to how the painting will progress, just letting the painting happen - but with the slight modification of having a specific image in mind. What I don&rsquo;t want to do is get into the trap of basically just coloring in a drawing.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">What I have been doing for these abstract landscapes is to start the same as I always do, with a big loose underpainting of white, and then just going for it. Once I find myself beginning to focus more on the idea than the paint, then I stop. So far I have done three.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Chalonnaise Chateau 2013 Oil on Canvas, 36 x 36 inches" /><em>Chalonnaise Chateau in Winter&nbsp;2013 Oil, Graphite on Canvas 36&rdquo;x36&rdquo;&nbsp;</em></p> <p>This one was challenging to do with my technique because of all the architecture. I really didn&rsquo;t want to get too realistic and to keep feeling the paint as I painted rather than the specifics of the image.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="Winter, Haute C&ocirc;te de Nuits 2013 Acrylic, Graphite on Canvas, 36 x 36 inches" /></p> <p><em>Haute C&ocirc;te de Nuits, Winter &nbsp;2013 Oil, Graphite on Canvas 36 x 36 inches&nbsp;</em></p> <p>Haute C&ocirc;te de Nuits, Winter - I did in acrylics to see if I preferred the feel rather than oils. Basically I like both. I like switching to acrylics every so often because it kind of prevents you from getting into too much of a groove where it becomes too easy to miss spontaneous happenings. Some people think the winter has little color but I found Burgundy to have the most beautiful subtle colors everywhere, softened further by the misty grey sky.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The fourth painting in this series of Burgundy paintings is Fen&ecirc;tre au Ciel (Window to Heaven). &nbsp;It is loosely based on a window on the side of the ancient Basilique Ste-Marie-Madeleine, a beautiful old stone Benedictine abbey sitting at the top of the steep hill in the town of Vezalay. The ancient stone fa&ccedil;ade&rsquo;s scars from its attacks in the French Revolution were covered with a thick coating of beautiful moss of an electric color in the wintery misty grey light, adding to the otherworldly feeling of the whole place.&nbsp;</p> <p><img style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" src="" alt="2013 Oil on Canvas 30 x 30 inches" /></p> <p><em>Fen&ecirc;tre au Ciel &nbsp;2013 &nbsp; &nbsp;Oil on Canvas &nbsp; &nbsp;30 x 30 inches&nbsp;</em></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>Please visit my entire blog:</strong></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Sun, 26 Jan 2014 19:27:25 +0000 When We Were Small <p><b><img src="" alt="When We Were Small Trixie Pitts 2012 Oil, Graphite on Canvas 48 x 48 inches" style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 10px;" /></b></p> <p><b>When We Were Small 2012  (Oil, Pastel, Graphite on Canvas  48 x48 inches)</b></p> <p><b> </b></p> <p>For this painting I wrote a poem to accompany it.  Although I feel each (painting and poem) stand on their own, I think together they pack a real one-two punch - for me anyway!</p> <p><b> </b></p> <p><b>When We Were Small  </b></p> <p>11/09/2012</p> <p></p> <p>Way back then</p> <p>When we were small</p> <p>We were together through it all.</p> <p>Then, you were gone.</p> <p> </p> <p>To go on, my instinct</p> <p>Erased every trace of you.</p> <p>But a seed of remembrance</p> <p>Remained, unnamed</p> <p>Growing slowly</p> <p>Eating away</p> <p>The charred embers of my resistance,</p> <p>Allowing me to love.</p> <p> </p> <p>Somehow, I still stand</p> <p>With flower in hand</p> <p>And heart,</p> <p>Tethered always somehow</p> <p>To the vague memory of our start in life together.</p> <p> </p> <p>This memory is a faint force</p> <p>Unrelenting in its haunting.</p> <p>When I risk being crushed by sadness,</p> <p>I see it as a source of all the sweetness</p> <p>I have to give.</p> <p> </p> <p>Help me to forgive myself</p> <p>That way back then when we were small</p> <p>I had to let you go at all.</p> <p></p> <p>Please visit</p> Thu, 15 Nov 2012 19:31:38 +0000 No Going Back Now... <p></p> <p><a href="" rel="nofollow" target="_self"><img class="align-full" src="" width="716" /></a>     <span style="font-size: small;"><em><strong>When I Was A Baby</strong></em></span>  <strong>2012  Oil, Graphite on Canvas  60”x48”</strong></p> <p></p> <p>Recently, I didn’t feel like painting one day so I did a couple of little drawings instead. I had never really done drawings in the busy abstract painting studio space where I paint at the Art Students League before. Anyway, I kind of got it in my mind that I was going to start at the beginning - my beginning - to try to paint more of my story. I did a little sketch of what I think of as one of my earliest experiences that I called, “When I Was A Baby.” It is hard to describe in words how powerful the experience behind that drawing was to me. Without beingoverly melodramatic or hopefully never self-pitying, it was a defining moment of who I am.</p> <p>The next day when I went in, I got out a canvas that I have been working on where the consensus seemed to be that it was not finished (Moose Bay), and I tried to get a feel for going further with it. That wasn’t working. It seemed finished to me, no matter what other people may have thought.  So I put that canvas up in the rack and pulled out a large (60”x48”) blank canvas.</p> <p>Okay, I thought, now's the time! I’m going to translate the experience from my little pencil sketch (8”x6”) to the big canvas.  i'm just going to have to reconnect with the experience if I'm hoping to capture the power, the in-your-face impact.  </p> <p>Anyway, I got to where I needed to be and am very pleased with the outcome. I worked so aggressively on the canvas than when I finished, it seemed a bit loose on the stretcher - stretched from the impact of my strokes!  When I finished I felt such relief. I knew that no matter what anyone said, it is one of my most personally meaningful paintings.</p> <p>Not long after, a young painter who paints near me told me she thinks my painting is “really bitchin!” Hahaha!! I love that.</p> <p>Anyway, when the person who fills in for our advisor Larry Poons came in, I wasn’t going to show her because she seems to have anaversion to anything remotely representational. But I did. Sure enough, she zeroed in on one little section and made some comment about that little area.  But doing this painting was like a happening – I can’t go back and change some small bit afterwards – even if I wanted to. It’s so strange. I guess she just didn’t get it. It doesn’t matter if some spot is not perfect.</p> <p>It needs to be the way it is because it expresses - when I was a baby.</p> <p></p> <p><a href="*-r55Fr-db48qU3AGyUqJ-t4-AijwAK5KEIIlH*T4JHuKWdGEgOCRpRR*Nt6EOpbakF1pj1DbY14cAjW5NQAx4L/IMG_0991.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_self"><img class="align-center" src="*-r55Fr-db48qU3AGyUqJ-t4-AijwAK5KEIIlH*T4JHuKWdGEgOCRpRR*Nt6EOpbakF1pj1DbY14cAjW5NQAx4L/IMG_0991.jpg?width=300" width="300" /></a></p> <p><strong>Sketch for when I was a baby  2012  Graphite on Paper  8”x6”</strong></p> <p></p> <p>Please visit my website: <a href="" rel="nofollow"></a></p> Mon, 05 Nov 2012 05:43:59 +0000