When I finished painting Moonlit Mist, I kept seeing a face in it. This has happened more than once, and I’ve always followed my instincts and worked out the faces or bodies, animals, persons, or mythical creatures that I discovered. Don’t know why I didn’t do it in this case. The idea haunted me and scared me at the same time.
Years after, I experimented with a digital copy of the painting and turned it into a monochrome scale. That already enhanced the face, but I still didn’t act on the inspiration.
Looking for a painting or drawing to share on my blog, I saw the monochrome rendition of Moonlit Mist. The temptation to work on the face overwhelmed me this time. Demonic? I don’t know, but to me, it still sends uneasy vibes. It is strange to feel compelled to do something you never wanted to, but, at the end of the day, I’m glad that I followed the impulse. Was it long overdue?
© HMH, 2023