This piece wasn't exactly supposed to happen.
It began as a paint throwing (splattering, spreading, spraying, playing) experiment and then, as it tends to be, I saw a face in the paint. A form, a pose, a shape. Honestly, one of a number of life drawing pose pics I've been contemplating was stuck in my head. So I grabbed the paint (and not the camera, dang it) and just kept going.
There is something about vulnerability in a male face, gesture, body, pose - that strength and softness in one that speaks to this tender hearted artist in loud voices that say PAINT ME. And so, I did. :)
A pictorial history of the painting: