This painting is inspired by someone dear to me marching toward her 100th birthday. She would be horrified to be seen in her birthday suit, but I can't think of anything more beautiful than our aging selves replete with elephant skin, sagging stomach and breasts, and lines deeply etched into our faces. Lines that tell the many stories of life's regrets and small victories. Contrast this with kids in their late twenties getting preventative Botox. Give me the stories of life, give me faces with deep character. Give me people who aren't afraid to live fully and wear their stories on their faces.

Oil and cold wax