Tripped and fell onto James Petrucci ‘s website today. His pieces are extremely emotional and poignant. How to capture that essence and rawness of feeling Mr. Petrucci… that’s the question. I smiled at the young man receiving a haircut. I think of the days I’ve seen his expression on my brother’s face. The rapture and peace of the lady inspires me to live a life where I embody that visage. I think it’s safe to assume we all know an elderly gentleman who is cranky and boisterous, but wise and sweet nonetheless. So much beauty in a glance, did you bottle them and pour them on your brush? Perhaps you are a sorcerer.
I can only hope you do not take the secrets to your grave.