6"x6"
acrylic on masonite
Upon completing this painting I realized the painting was as much about the big pink ball as it was about Alex. When I was a little girl I always wanted a big giant ball. It was like a magnet in the store bulling me to it. My mother was the no nonsense type when it came to toys, so I can never remember ever having one. When I had children, I noticed the big giant ball was just as appealing to them as it was to me. We are currently on our third giant ball. Unlike my mother, I can’t say no when I get the request. This pink ball happens to be the last one we purchased. After several attempts at retrieving the ball, a nice gentleman helped me maneuver it from the bottom of the six foot cage. My hero. Did I mention I am barely over five feet tall. I am sure I looked totally ridiculous. Painting the image was calming, nostalgic, and maybe even a little therapeutic. I enjoyed discovering details that I might have over looked if I would have not painted this image. Like the reflections of the pink in subtle and obvious places.
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