Faced with a new model, one would expect to be inspired by the exploration and freshness of the moment. None of that happened for me. She seemed to dominate the space on my canvas, but not in a good way. I saw nothing pleasing taking shape there. After three hours I took her home, determined to obliterate her image with gesso painted over it, in preparation for starting some future piece of work on that same canvas. I turned her face to the wall at home. Over the next few days, new ideas started to flock to me. I began searching for imagery, textures, and ideas, to transform the model into someone new, in a setting that was foreign to me. How the harmonious scene played out must have come from my own feelings of happiness in my life, because I feel like it came together as a revelation, at which I was not present.
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