Eydis painting
Here’s the scene: two old friends get up from the kitchen table after a birthday feast. One sinks into the sofa. The other sprawls on the floor with her sketchbook. Since they’d last seen each other in person, both of their lives had drastically changed course in ways neither could have predicted. A global pandemic had flared and simmered and both had entered middle age. They had both survived. And here they were: catching up in a living room in Keflavík, warm in each others company.
Watercolor and pencil portrait. Framed. Roughly 6”x8”x1.”
Here’s the scene: two old friends get up from the kitchen table after a birthday feast. One sinks into the sofa. The other sprawls on the floor with her sketchbook. Since they’d last seen each other in person, both of their lives had drastically changed course in ways neither could have predicted. A global pandemic had flared and simmered and both had entered middle age. They had both survived. And here they were: catching up in a living room in Keflavík, warm in each others company.
Watercolor and pencil portrait. Framed. Roughly 6”x8”x1.”
Here’s the scene: two old friends get up from the kitchen table after a birthday feast. One sinks into the sofa. The other sprawls on the floor with her sketchbook. Since they’d last seen each other in person, both of their lives had drastically changed course in ways neither could have predicted. A global pandemic had flared and simmered and both had entered middle age. They had both survived. And here they were: catching up in a living room in Keflavík, warm in each others company.
Watercolor and pencil portrait. Framed. Roughly 6”x8”x1.”
Breesa Culver is a writer, art monster, and big sister. Her primary interests are: intimacy, collaboration, doom, praxis, and the American Midwest. She will name your baby. She’s based in Oregon, but dreams of running away to Għawdex.