this stands as my sort of goodbye to the manila skyline. it came, i think, from the same place as b612; however this painting - again of nathan, whose beauty and character and twin journey to mine rendered him the closest thing to a muse i've ever or probably will ever have - was more express in its desire to break free. or to be.it all seems so juvenile now, looking back on it all. but i don't think i'll ever outgrow my love for manila's orange sunsets, or that blistering skyline. and nathan, audacious and devil-may-care - - wearing scarves in the tropics. dreams of new york and george mallory and flight and more. that feeling sticks awhile.
the scarf is just straight up jersey cotton that i distressed and painted. the body is done in acrylics, the birds that spring from the scarf's shreds are in oil. i do still bristle a bit at the way the proportions worked themselves out on the canvas... his body just seems a little skewed. but all in all, this (and the impetus that conjured it up) are nostalgic darlings of mine.
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