Modigliani called my name again last night. His photograph had been haunting me. Or as some would say, he was channeling me (OMG, the good Christian girl in me didn't say that, did she!).
He was such a bad boy, but such a wonderful, driven artist that produced a tremendous amount of work even under the stress of war and chronic illness. His fame came at the last year of his life and has increased to the present day.
I tried to paint this portrait in a (don't laugh) in a more "painterly fashion". I'm pleased with that result for the most part but I don't think I achieved capturing the restlessness in his face, the wildness in his eyes...... (Now I get it, he reminds me of my son and the look in his eyes). But, I loved painting Modigliani, as I added minute little details, it was such a pleasure, - one of those kind of pleasures that's like traveling to an exotic place you've never seen before and exploring the island with all the curiosity and passion of a child looking for a treasure to carry home. ANYONE can draw, and when you learn to draw, you can paint, and when you paint, your mind has the most wonderful playground to steal away to in the midst of any chaos or worries. I know Modigliani's life-time of work in the midst of his personal struggles represents that truth.