Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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What an interesting portrait? Is it a cliche to say that the eyes follow you?
very strong in a way I haven't noticed you express before - rock solid head - to me something like a dislodged rock of quartz, dented (which a quartz rock could never be), not wounded (which a quartz rock would never allow itself to be), and looking straight at us (which we can only sometimes, though rarely, allow a rock to do).
Would't have HW if it wasn't your most expressive portrait.
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