I used to be inexplicably afraid of color in art. It wasn’t until my sophomore year of college that I finally broke the monochromatic habit. My painting professor had this shirt that said, in the center of one of those color-blind tests, “I love color.”
And that did it for me.
I decided to tackle this saturated technicolored fear of mine, and have not gone back since.
So here, for your colorful enjoyment, are some portraits I did in Hawaii, of my family.
And I miss my sisters.