Four women, brides from four continents, are lounging in my basement for 2 years without a name, without a story, without a signature. Whenever I pass them by, I feel their judgmental stares. Ironic, since I have yet to paint their faces. The last portrait I finished, a mother with her two sons, sent me into a creative block that never ended. One day, one day, I will hopefully, pick up a brush and finish what I started.
THE WONDERMIND 