So many girls, but where are all of the boys???

Funny thing.  I was working on a totally different post, when it was brought to my attention…I paint many female images, I purchase mostly, if not all, female images.  I even sell many many female images…But, where are all the boys???  Who knows, I am just more attracted to female beings when it comes to art.  I mean, just look at the wall, which I am so proud of, in my Loftish Space bedroom…It is like a Black Apple tribute (smiling big). Check out " The Last Twenty Seconds of Claire de Lune" original, it is unbelievable in person.  The varnish tone, and the brushstrokes!!! And, again, my previously unnoticed purchase preference, all girl art.

                  

         

There is a point here, but I am straying for a sec…The mirror in between the Black Applets  is a Luon St. Pierre piece.  At home live 2 other Luon mirrors, "The adventures of Lulu & Dick" bench (the more red one with the blue suited Dick Tracy type guy) and "Woman in Drawers" cupboard!! Isn't that exciting!  I am so glad that I splurged on them when I did.  I just love them.  My mom is so bad, she eggs me on to make these ludicrous purchases. She does not say "save your money dear," that is my dad.  Mom says, "Oh darling love,  you just must own that piece, you deserve it, buy it, no question, oh, it is a love, just a love."  And then I am hypnotized and convinced.  The item then gets  strapped into my car, and off we go!!! Psychosis, I know.   I  tweaked "Woman in her Drawers' " appearance a little.  You know, over the topness galore…It has been gradual.  Things just get put on her after I use them.

               

So, Back to the burning question of "Where are the boys??"  Frankly, the question does not plague me on a regular basis.  I just stick to buying and painting that which moves me.  However, I have been commissioned to paint a male figure.  I asked for details, but I simply got the scary answer, " I trust your judgement."  Which makes me slightly panic – then I remind myself, "create what you create," not what you "think they will want."   If I am true to myself then customers are happy…But, if I stray from myself, and start looking at magazines trying to get inspired..I might pick up too much of someone else's style…And, those are the creations that people tend to not be too excited about…I have a couple guys for my looming Etsy shop…But they are very in tune with their feminine side, which is the kind of man I gravitate to…

Hmmm, an Idea…I love frogs.  And a special frog might be a prince, which is a boy…Can you imagine if I showed up with a big frog painting.. Ha…Talk about Trusting my judgement. LOL.  I have a perrrrfect model…Warty McAlfred here…Oh the temptation…And, yes that is a gi-normous mushroom sculpture he lives on, it has a lower level of mushroom too!  I should have taken a full shot…

               

Anyhow, as if the boy art topic was not already looming…My Mom, Mommbee, calls and says, "You know, I was sitting here pondering things, and realized, I really need to hang some art with male figures, there are so many girls in here, don't you think?"  I thought??? Is this a sign. Time to paint boys???  Hmm, I like painting boyish munchkins of sorts.  "Cirque du Soleil" type boys also flow from my brush. But, there is no way on earth I am going to paint a big muscular hairy Roman type man. No way. No how.  What to do????????  The only male type getting a spot in my Loftish Space so far is an old Soutine (Chaim Soutine) print of a 1918 self-portrait I have been hording for years.

               

Maybe I am dwelling too much. It is in fact a strange sensitive day…The type only other female characters could understand…A kleenex box has been my morning companion, ever since I had a 20 minute conversation with a stranger who had the wrong number.  Her mother had passed away and she wanted to tell the woman who used to have this number. Then she told me a beautiful story about the last days of her mother's life and how they went to the beach, because the ocean meant so much to her mother throughout her mother's life…It was so unusual. Have you ever connected with someone who calls the wrong number?  Well, I told Mr. Lovee the story and tears welled up in his eyes. Then, I got all sentimental on the phone with my dad, and was balling.  Sheesh.  I better go paint a man because, I am channeling like 467 women right now.  My friends will be shocked, I am so not a weepy chick flick kinda girl.  However, there is always a first time, so, the kleenex box and I are off for now…