It’s probably common to us all, that we have certain images buried in our psyches which keep cropping up. This is one of mine. Not the symbology and metaphor I’ve woven in (feel free to interpret all that as you wish), but the face. I don’t know who this is but he crops up from time to time and has ever since I’ve been young. He does bear a passing resemblance to my son but it isn’t him. Realistically I don’t ever expect to get an answer to that question but I still feel the need to ask it. Following questions is often so much more valuable than finding answers anyway.
He’s done is acrylics. I fancy working out how to use those rather better, since it’s one medium I’m never really spent time mastering. I’ve worked in oils, and there are many similarities, though oils can be rather annoying because they take so long to dry. Acrylics on the other hand tend to dry too fast. I’m aware I’m not using them in a traditional way. For example I’m using cotton buds to do some smearing about and pulling colour out, which is probably more suited to pastels and watercolour, but then I’ve never tended to do any of it the way you’re ‘supposed’ to. I’d far rather discover what can be done by trial and error. So there may be more. I have some images which haven’t quite come up from the depths yet.