I was sketching Maea today while she was asleep and it hit me really hard that I miss oil painting a lot. I miss the pet portraits that I used to do. I miss the power that oil painting has. I really really miss Bouguereau.
For me, a lot of my fascination with art comes from my family. We have a few watercolor paintings around our house that my great aunt did and they really make me proud to be a painter. We also have a few oil painting by my great grandmother, which look eerily like my style; they really look like I could have painted them.
Oil painting is so powerful and I truly love some of the paintings that I've done over the years. Especially the painting of my dog, Maea, with a butterfly. I still love illustrating, but it doesn't feel like my fullest potential is being achieved with it. I'm extremely proud of Little Karl, but it's not the same feeling I get when I look at one of my oil paintings.
I'll definitely be doing some oil paintings soon and setting up my easel in the garage again.