Iva Kinnaird
Region: West
I started painting again to impress this guy I know.
I hope he sees this. No, don’t worry—this isn’t really about you. The paintings are focused on the human spirit. I paint what I see, and I am attracted to the residue of people’s lives. Snapshots of decisions only a human would make. The beautiful flaws you embrace when you love someone enough. These paintings are specific jokes I make to amuse us both. It always looks a little warped, the way the paint comes out, a little shiny. There is the subject and there isn’t anything else. I paint what I see. It’s all pretty direct.
I hope he sees this. No, don’t worry—this isn’t really about you. The paintings are focused on the human spirit. I paint what I see, and I am attracted to the residue of people’s lives. Snapshots of decisions only a human would make. The beautiful flaws you embrace when you love someone enough. These paintings are specific jokes I make to amuse us both. It always looks a little warped, the way the paint comes out, a little shiny. There is the subject and there isn’t anything else. I paint what I see. It’s all pretty direct.
