It is wellknow that most times a flash kills more than it adds to a photo. This picture was a great example for that.
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The picture I used was flashed straight in the face, resulting in this lady in a uniformlike costume without an expression. Her face plain white like a mask.
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Giving me the oppertunity to play around with a shitload of white paint. But on second hand, I think I should take it easy with the titaniumoxide.
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With the other paintings to not overdo it.
While painting after an old portrait I bought on a fleamarket in Berlin I noticed the similarity with a friend called Eline. It’s not like two drops of water but nevertheless the idea got into my head and I decided it could stay.
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No need to find another name for the painting if one has grown onto one is it? Maybe I’ll call this one ‘Old old Eline’. Than Eline can decide for herself wether she identifies with it or not.
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I don’t know what more to tell about this picture so it’s best to leave it to this.
By now it’s obvious that not all the pictures I paint are self-made. They used to be but I’ve reached a mindset where I don’t value the source of an image so much anymore. Resulting in the usage of old black and white pictures and maybe – who knows – in the future any picture I see.
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A couple weeks ago I was in Berlin on a flea-market and bought a bunch of ofd portraits of pretty woman, with no single reference to what is pretty except my own at that moment. Knowing that the people pictured are nowadays elderly or even already deceased gave the oppertunity to make images of what I thought of when looking at the picture.
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This way I wouldn’t call it a portrait. More likely a collection, or a collage of features that I found remarkable or appealing translated in paint.
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The product looks to me more like a classical symphony of colors and brushstrokes than a portrait. Since I know it’s a painting it feels like music and gives me an idea of what music would look like if it was visible.