Welcome Tippi
I've been trying to find my face, off and on, for a few years now, which probably doesn't make sense unless you're an artist. Especially those who, like me, can't pick up a pencil or brush and paint lovely, whimsical, poetic faces with ease. I don't know what it is about my desire to capture a distinct face... but it's there. My drawing skills are crude (oh, sure, I can do a bird, a tree, a coffee cup) and I really don't care, as my weapons of choice are acrylics, papers, photographs and found objects - the rustier the better. I can put eyes, a nose and mouth, and some hair on paper but they always look, well, blank. Vague, expressionless, random. When I go for soul I get surly, carefree and I get, well, never mind. Certainly not anything close to representing my inner spirit. A longtime Lynne Hoppe fan, I've had my eye on her site, Bird on a Wire , for the past few months. Lynne would post new paintings and they'd be gon...