Usually my art start with an idea, then it’s evolving to story and it’s live in my head some time.
But not this painting, not she….she just come to my head and wanted out. No story, no Idea, she just want to live…and I painted him.
But I don’t have a single idea who she is.
Here is the first draft….and first time in my life I wonder what direction the painting will go…or maybe, she want to stay a women of mystery.
Well I guess I find out it someday.