You would think that if I love this man so much, I should be able to paint him in my sleep, being an artist of moderate skill.
Here is a nice piture. He is smiling, not a big "Howdy!" smile, but more like, "I'm happy in this moment" kinda smile.
So...I begin with a sketch....that looks like T.D. Jakes! I should have known right then, this would not go well.
So, instead of correcting the sketch, I forge ahead. I remember thinking something like, "I like those paintings that use broad strokes and are a little wonky, but still capture a feeling. I'll just do that!"
But I can't do that. If I could I would have stopped right here. 
But his eyes are HUGE. and crooked.
still crooked.
Here I stopped for longer than a week. It sat in a chair in the breakfast nook, creepily staring everyone down that dared to eat a granola bar without permission.
Gerald was creeped out the most and kept turning himself around in the chair, like a TimeOut for bad paintings.
Well, it's already terrible, so let me swish colors onto it. Green, blue, red,orange and a little dab o' yellow.
He looks like he suffers from Bells Palsey now, but colorfully so.....
Let's fix that. He is black, so lets just even his face out with a little black. (also that might cover some of those crazy colors)
........hmm
Oh Jeez. I am just done. It kinda looks like him, doesn't look like an ax murderer, and doesn't look like he had a stroke. Yep, done.
ps. I don't mind sharing that not every painting is a masterpiece.
