Everyone is a different palette. I love painting flesh tones. It takes some time to get past the underpainting. The skin tone. The shadowing. The real joy for me comes when I’m blushing the cheeks. The ears. The flow of blood that gives life. Emotion. Heart. And I can feel my own cheeks warm in the connection as I put yesterday’s portrait in one of my mom’s blouses, and her golden hoops.
Quinn is graduating from high school. Her race is just beginning. I’m walking now instead of running. We are perhaps as different as the countries we live in. As different as these portraits. But I’d like to think we are all still connected in the blush. This pulsing pinkened hope that keep us moving forward. Still blended with what brought us here. An Ivy blush.
I am an author and an artist, originally from the US, now living, loving and creating in the south of France.
I show my fine art throught the US and Europe, and sell my books, art and images throughout the world.
www.jodihills.com
