Eyes see.

Eyes are.

Once I was shown a photograph of a dog and the photographer has taken all the colour out leaving just black and white with one deep, luminous brown gold eye looking beyond the enclosing frame. The eye WAS the dog, its essence, its history and emotional connection with his ‘best friend’.

My painting has had mixed reactions from an 80 odd year old lady’s dancing eyes commenting on ‘her come-to-bed eyes’. 
To a male friend giving him sidelong glances of a deep ‘unexplained’ fear.

My emotional prejudice is a feeling of a person who looks beautiful from head to foot. Someone who has the ability to look straight through me while looking at what is beyond my sight.

She looks through time with love.

Colour? What does it mean to you?

Her eye reminds me of my deceased eldest daughter, the eyebrow does the same for her sister.

This point is important for the next painting I’ll share with you, The lady with eyes. 

In the video below you’ll find Art under the skin – literally. 

I’m a Brit, I’m English from the Mitton / Hardicker family, my birth name is Maureen and my chosen name is M’reen. Working backwards, as a Brit I must contain the heritage of most of the world and that is why her beautiful pale skin goes gradually darker until it represents all the colours underneath what is supposedly apparent. Then I got enthusiastic and added a splash of purple and orange and why not? Some believe in parallel worlds and other dimensions and aliens who might be a glorious purple. Still others are aware of the vibrations and hues and tones that are outside of the awareness of most and these may be an amazing orange. Why limit ourselves and miss out on the vibrant, spectacular and simply quite beautiful world within, part of and around us?