I recently began working at the Baltimore branch of Utrecht, the art store. The other day an elderly woman named Pauline came in and asked if someone would help her finish a painting. It was a bereavement portrait she began in 1997 after her dog Petite Jacques went to heaven.
But she was so stuck on the face of Little Jack. Everyone knows this feeling. The face was just too important. No room for error. The ultimate recipe for a rut.
I removed the thick patch of white paint and found the original portrait. I think Pauline did a great job actually before she started over thinking it.
She was spot on. Look at PJ.
This was mine.
Best $40 collaboration ever. I was in 4th grade when this painting started. Also,
7-9 TOMORROW NIGHT