Sad eyes. No matter what I do they look sad...I try for joyous, sexy, prim, anything but sad; but they always look sad. It is like the Portrait of Dorian Grey; the portrait ages and the man doesn't...I smile and the painting is sad.
Sad eyes run in the family...at least downturned eyes. They are the Irish eyes of my mother and her kin...but the general essence doesn't have to be sad; but for me, apparently, it does.
I put the brushes and paints away for the night. Maybe tomorrow I will figure out how to un-sad this portrait.