Two portraits of my grandmother.
So far she has been my best and most patient model. I like the introspective look she has when she sits for me. It's like she is flipping through the pages of her life, going back through chapters, reliving them. That gives her that suspended look, like she is no longer in the present. Incidentally that takes me out of the present too. Come to think about it people don't really spend much time in the now, they are either rethinking the past, or fantasizing about the future.
I wish she could come to Minnesota so I could finish these portraits in person. It's hard to reconstruct the texture of her skin, the little veins in her eyes, the stream of wrinkles flowing down her face. That whole landscape that reminds me of lava fields in Iceland.
