When Inspiration Strikes

Last night I woke up in the wee hours. I had this image in my mind and thankfully my journal was on the nightstand, so I sketched it out and fell back asleep. When I woke up this morning I saw it first thing and couldn’t wait to transfer it to canvas. Now mind you, I had a list of ‘must do’ things today, but I could not put off painting this and as soon as the kids were out the door I was in my studio in my jammies. Usually I get dressed and do a few household things first, but not today!


It was exhilarating! I’ve been so immersed in projects that I was surprised by the need to paint this. I was glad to know my muse was still with me.

This is only the second time I’ve painted a male face. I saw it in my dreams, in a sketch form. I knew exactly how I was going to do it.


I also knew whose face it was. It’s the face that I know almost as well as I know my own. The face of my best friend and today marks 11 years since he asked me to marry him.