“Even more interesting, genetic testing has shown these fascinating people were red haired and pale skinned … sounding wonderfully Celtic to my unscientific brain. And that might have started it really. I saw the reconstructed models and was hooked. I want to find these people. Meet them face to face. The canvasses came out and I let my brushes fly back through the thousands of years.
I have been told these paintings are a bit scary, and I have to agree they are. Challenging might be a better word. But I never intended them to be pretty. They are not for the faint hearted. But I am enjoying the process of looking for our ancestors. I never believed the Neanderthals to be unintelligent. It was just a long time ago. I want to imagine them and their lives.
Hence a departure from my traditionally tranquil faces … thinly drawn smiles, glances, a search for beauty, my unpainted ladies of bare canvas on a painted ground … these Neanderthals are thickly applied, colourful, vibrant, staring us and each other in the face. I am rather enjoying myself. I am not expecting you to like them.”
The four seasons of woman, not by colour but by emotion, maturity, love, life and pain
Spring: she breaks just like a little girl … but she looks like a quick learner
Summer: girl, no pearl, a little flushed in the cheek … either contemplating bed or just indulged I think
Autumn: the crying game … maybe no stranger to a breaken heart … or possibly the heartbreaker
Winter: the ice queen has been around the emotional block a few times … I wouldn’t mess with this one