I found the sketch tucked in a drawer and began the painting three weeks ago in a playful mood. I thought I'd try a bit of everything with watercolor--masking with torn painters' tape, washes, scrubbing, glazes, muddy colors. As the painting progressed, however, I realized the subject wasn't really funny--that I was painting my life. I'm always bugged by something but I smile or joke my way through--so how would anyone know I'm upset?
Art--cheaper than psychiatry. Now I'm really bugged.
The woman looks a bit like Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke or Margaret Thatcher and has quite a long arm reaching for that wine. I don't think wine will debug me--don't like the taste or the headache. I'll just have to keep painting; it usually helps.