As an artist I’m never completely done with a piece until it’s sold and far away from me. I often go back to things and re touch, or completely paint over if I’m bored with it. I wasn’t satisfied with my girl on the roof so I re worked her and I love the results.
The story is this, I grew up hearing of a town of beautiful antebellum homes, women with pearls and swing dresses, men who worked hard every day except Sunday, and family values. The reality is, the old girl has let herself go. I saw faint whispers of what Toccopola once was growing up but that has since changed dramatically by the raw expression shown on her face today. We may try to talk around the fact that she used to be a beauty, but it’s like putting makeup on a pig, no matter how hard you try to fluff her up, she’s still a mess in some areas.