april 25, 2012

dear adam,

I found an old portrait I made of you.

you know the one.  you're sitting on my bike looking longingly off into the distance like some regular scholar.

it was so difficult to get you to sit still for that long.  and the bike kept falling over because you'd never learned how to ride one.

barb and richard failed you in that department.

but you were so excited to see it when I was done.  you asked me if your nose was actually that big, and I reassured you it was a slip of the brush.

but that was a lie.

your nose was painted to scale, just how I loved it.