All I think of when I look at this painting is a time when I was in junior high school and I wore a pair of orange and black camouflage tights to church. A church member told me that orange and black together were Satanic and I wasn’t to wear them again. And me being the super anxious and timid person that I was, I did not wear the tights again; I didn’t even keep them. I’m still a super anxious and timid person, but I can tell I’m getting old because I’m starting to care less about what people think. Just a bit. It sometimes feels like I’m becoming a very hard person, but the difference probably isn’t even noticeable. I mean look how happy I am! In Satan’s colours no less! The only thing glaringly bad in this painting is my posture. Though in my defense I was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the mirror to paint this one. Not a good idea in retrospect. It took me five nights to do the painting and it gave me an aching back.
So anyway, this is my new self-portrait. Evil Dayna. Mwhahaha! Enjoy!
2 thoughts on “There are older and fouler things than wearing orange and black (in the deep places of the world). Bad posture, for one…”
Like this portrait of you Dayna, and I know what you mean. It’s really what’s on the inside that counts most of all anyway. Keep the good work going,black,orange and all! Marie
Thanks Marie :)