Precipice

I haven't included any pictures of paintings in progress yet...and really, the fact that I have one to show NOW, a scant ten days before the opening, is freaking me out a little. (?!?)

This is Precipice (oil on canvas, 54” x 96”). My daughter attended her junior prom last spring and I got it into my head that a painting of her prom group, sans heads, would be very, very cool. (Um, yes, EVERY teenage girl who is trying valiantly to conform to society wants a mom like me. Ha. BUT, I have to say, this painting is better than her last portrait done at age 13, of her looking sullenly into a mirror, named Drama Queen. But, I digress....) After weeks of begging - "can I, please, can I, huh, can I, can I, can I???" - she finally relented and 200 photos later, I had the right shot. I absolutely love the stories behind the painting...the couple who broke up the day before prom, the couple who broke up the night of prom, the corsages and shoes and fancy dresses and too-big or too-coordinated suits. Not one of them realizes the precipice they teeter over, the magnitude and importance of the adulthood they are about to enter...their concerns are so here and now. But, maybe that's the lesson to be learned. Just like with Rose-Colored Glasses, my original intent (a discourse on the narcissism of youth?) seems too judgmental and narrow. Isn't being IN the moment preferable?