In my last post, I mentioned that I had only painted once in the last three years. They were very special paintings that I finished earlier this year, in March. My fiancé, boyfriend at the time, Greyson, asked me to paint him a sunrise for a tattoo he's been wanting to get. And he'd been asking for a while... a long while. I'd been too afraid to paint it for fear of him not liking them and also just the thought of someone tattooing something on their body that I painted is... not intimidating at all. I decided his birthday was as good a time as any to give him the sunrise if I was ever going to do it. But, I couldn't just give him ONE sunset after he'd been asking for so long. So, I painted him as many sunrises as I could to make up for all the times I put it off and all the times I said I'd do it but chickened-out. And I gave him a box of sunrises for his birthday. So, ladies and gents, here you have it. In all it's glory. The only thing I've pain...
"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life" -Pablo Picasso