An Art Work A Day

So sorry, been bedridden for a week and it looks like it will not go away, stuck in chest. So unfortunately no new art for a few days.
Trine

This is a unfinished portrait I made in my first classes in portrait painting by using model. The artist teaching was Per Lundgren, a student of among others Odd Nerdrum, a famous Norwegian artist.

I will not take credit for it alone because quite a bit is done by the teacher when showing us how to do things, but I thought I would share it with you anyway :-) I do not yet know whether I will work much with portraits but the techniques can be used in other kinds of paintings. I learnt a lot but it was exhausting.


Trine

I have to enjoy my students' work instead, their texts both in English and Norwegian. Many nice poems in the stack today :-).

Well I'll show you one of my earlier work instead :-)

This one I made about 2 weeks ago. It is on a hexagon canvas with painted sides so it does not need a frame. I believe it will do well on the exhibition next month.

Being a mum is hard when you get a call saying your son is admitted to hospital with breathing problems after being hit in the chest. No matter how old or how big or how grown he is, right then he seems very, very small to a tender mum's heart.

Waiting is hard, so very hard when you walk around, to and from, to and from while the seconds last like hours, waiting for more news.
Questions are many, very many when the information is limited and the possible results a mum can vision are way too many.

At last, another call. He is in for x-rays. the mum relaxes a bit. He is in proper care. They work on finding out. X-rays, that does not sound too scary.

Then JOY, he calls himself. He will be all right, no broken bones and he is able to breathe and talk. Then the mum can really think it will be ok and try to bring her shoulders down. But the anxiety still sits in her chest and shoulders and stomach. It will be hours, even maybe days before it is completely gone and her nights will be tormented for a while. Because he sounds so little and she wishes he was at home, with her, so that she could see him, and cuddle him, and pamper him, and make everything all right as she did when he was 5.

Finally, an sms saying he is ok, he will be sent home, to his home far away. And the mum turns to her computer and tries to write away some of the thoughts and anxieties. And share her joy.

It went well this time too.

Mum

I had planned for a combination of mountain area and trees this time but the mountain would not have any competition so It would not let me. The result is here. I really hope you will enjoy this series.