ORIGINAL COPY POSTED ON INSTAGRAM DURING THE CHALLENGE
I imagine a painter’s fire isn’t always there from day 1. I imagine it is lit by some event or experience or encounter early in their lives.
Mine was lit the day I saw a painting by an artist who, for reasons I have yet to unravel, captured my heart. I was a little girl when I first saw it.
The day I finally got to gaze upon the original hanging in New York, I wondered what that view looked like that his artwork was created from. Today I decided to paint what I imagined he saw.
Do you recognise it? I’ll give you a hint. It was painted from the window of an asylum.
(artist retains all rights to print reproductions of this painting)