This portrait is quirky, and I also think it's heavy handed and a little obnoxious, but it makes my heart sing, and I'll tell you why.
As some of you here know, when I was 17, I had a baby girl in secret and put her up for adoption. Last year, she found me and we started building what is turning out to be an incredible relationship.
This portrait is not necessarily of her, but rather it's my impression of her, an impression I built over 33 years of wondering and worrying, and this past year, when all that doubt was lifted away.
— The color palette is because I always imagined her to be a force of nature, and it's also my joy at our reunion.
— The writings on her skin are 33 years worth of my nearly daily thoughts and questions about her.
— The chair covered in grass is the thriving love and support of her adoptive family.
— The black gift box is the dark chunk of doubt that I carried for so long, and believed to be full of shame and regret, but discovered it was full of hope for the future.
— The sandals tie her to me, and to our shared ancestry
— The dress with stars is because I never knew where she was, but knew she moved through the same universe as me. Connected but separate.
— The rose is because while I didn't know what her face looked like, I always knew she was my most beautiful creation.
— She effortlessly drops flowers at her feet to symbolize how our journey has given me gifts that shape who I am.
For all of you that are adopted, hug the parents that raised you, and thank them on behalf of mothers like me. Know in your heart that we loved you your whole life, even if some of us don't know how to show it, or can't be found or won't take the chance to say so.
Blender, DAZ, Marvelous Designer, Vue Infinite 2015, Photoshop. Overpainting with a Wacom Tablet and a handful of custom brushes in Photoshop.