My son makes nice portraits. I mean it. There is humor in them and they are very recognizable.
When he was painting my portrait, he said doubtfully: I am actually satisfied. You look a bit like the mother of Jesus, but that's okay. "Do you mean that all Jewish women look alike or that someone who sees my portrait immediately yells, "¡Madre de Dios!"
I never wanted my portrait, at least not actively. And didn't stop there. Some time ago I was in a relationship with someone who lost his mother in a horrific way at a very young age. He only had one good clear picture of his mother. I once wanted to surprise him with her painterly portrait. I googled but the work I saw was very standardized and lacked character. That wasn't art. Perhaps good professional work, but art is something else.
More than 20 years ago I often went to the Debate Center Balie. Back then it was a kind of shelter for all the lonely broken people with nostalgia for the past. What I did there as a 20-year-old bursting with energy is another story. There were many who started painting. That gave a certain ego boost. Abstract of course. Many amateurs think that learning to paint is then superfluous. The only professional with own exhibitions was Hoshyar Rasheed. Those who couldn't hold a brush at all went into politics.( Collapse )