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This portrait came from memory—one of those faces you only saw for a moment, but it never leaves you. There’s a tension in her expression: guarded, unreadable, maybe even a little broken. I painted her quickly, instinctively, letting emotion drive the brush. It felt like a confession. She reminds me of someone I used to know… or maybe someone I used to be.
The lines are sharp, the brushstrokes loose and wild. Muted flesh tones clash against deep shadows, with angular planes carved into the face and collarbone. Her hair melts into the dark, chaotic background, while her lips—painted in a small patch of crimson—offer the only flash of color. It’s raw, expressive, and intentionally unfinished, like a thought you can’t quite pin down.
This portrait came from memory—one of those faces you only saw for a moment, but it never leaves you. There’s a tension in her expression: guarded, unreadable, maybe even a little broken. I painted her quickly, instinctively, letting emotion drive the brush. It felt like a confession. She reminds me of someone I used to know… or maybe someone I used to be.
The lines are sharp, the brushstrokes loose and wild. Muted flesh tones clash against deep shadows, with angular planes carved into the face and collarbone. Her hair melts into the dark, chaotic background, while her lips—painted in a small patch of crimson—offer the only flash of color. It’s raw, expressive, and intentionally unfinished, like a thought you can’t quite pin down.