This is a total spur of the moment self portrait. It is Grammy time and I hoped to say something about women “accidentally” having their nipples show. I am not sure about you, but for me, my nipples never hung out, escaped or malfunctioned even once unless I wanted them to do so. Seems to me that Hollywood makes a HUGE issue out of sex, nudity and the human body in general when it comes to these things but not a word when people’s heads are blown off or whatever kind of gratuitous violence that they can muster up.
It was not what I set out to paint, but what showed up.
My hair is not as good as this. It is like, my friend, Velda’s hair – which is lost to her now because of chemo. Here is the painting which is 24 x 24 acrylic.