Howard, Fauve
The portrait is of my husband seated on a leather couch and reading by incandescent light. He was a quiet model, and I painted him in the slightly exaggerated hues caused by reflections from his shirt: fascinatingly, the shadows his features cast on his face were also green. I painted what I saw, and the result was startlingly Toulouse Lautrec-like. I don’t think Howard was all too pleased by the demonic expression created by the underlit reflection from his shirt and book, but now I know how the Parisian cabaret paintings turned out as they did. In the meantime, Howard has shaved the mustache and beard.
Oils on stretched canvas 16” x 20”