Happy International Women's Day to you all! Truthfully, I have never heard of this celebration, as all days should celebrate women. But, like the rest of the women artists at Moks, I happily accepted the flowers and chocolates.
Today was long, but productive. Somehow, I was able to complete two paintings between the daily visit from Margeri, the 10 year old Bieber fan, and a follow up visit from Iris the aspiring artist. Both of which came bearing gifts in the form of cookies, also in celebration of today. Again, I happily accepted and guilt subsided after a few bites.
Today was Siiri's last day at Moks before she heads to Tallinn en route to New York, New York. Over the past week we have been chatting excitedly about all of the things she "must do" and "must see" during her three days in NY before she continues her journey to South America for two weeks. Though Siiri will be visiting her sister there, she herself has never traveled to anywhere outside of Europe, so NY is bound to be both different and amazing. My words of advice included: don't talk to strangers, never look like your lost and watch your purse. I'm probably not projecting the best image of America, but better safe than sorry.
Since coming to Moks, Siiri has been amazing. She's shown me around the quaint town, introduced me to several of the locals and shared in many conversations over cabernet sauvignon, "because it's not too sweet" as she describes. It's impossible not to immediately love the soft spoken but feisty Estonian.
Though she is a few years older than me there is something about her which is very innocence and earnest in an almost childlike way. Her small frame and soft voice aids in the illusion that she is much younger than she is. In her portrait I wanted to capture this gentle persona in a cherub (angelic) portrayal combining both innocence and understated elegance.
"Man in Pink"
This afternoon, after I had completed the portrait based on Siiri, Evelyn gave me three additional canvases as I was quickly running out.
During the day we walked to the wool factory we also stopped by an auto shop to fix Siiri's bike that Sergei wanted to borrow. While we were at the tire shop there was a man there who accompanied us outside as we waited for the wheels to be inflated. The man simply stood there watching us as we watched the man put air into the tires. After a few awkward moments, in an attempt to document the awkwardness of it all, I circled around and began taking pictures of him. I gave him the "I'm a tourist and I take pictures of everything" shrug which he seemed to understand.
Therefore, equipped with new canvases I began reflecting on the seemingly mundane but awkward few moments at the auto repair shop to produce this painting. The stillness of the figure as it seems unaware of the viewer's presence is unlike the rest of the portraits that directly address the viewer. Also, the cropped composition insinuates something is happening outside the frame of the canvas's view captures this brief moment.