I've never flown a helicopter, I can tell you that for sure. But as soon as I close my eyes, this flight appears before my eyes. I am five years old, and I can hear the deafening roar of the engine and the whir of the propeller. One of my parents is holding me tightly so that I don't fall out in a sudden gust of wind. These are the colors I see before my eyes, I remember them all to the smallest detail, but how can this be possible if the flight never happened?
This work will look brilliant in your home demonstrating your exquisite taste to your guests.
Linen canvas (cut, stretched and primed by myself) and acrylic paints. Coated with an archival-quality varnish. Mounted on a stretcher frame.
Painted with plastic cards and the other tools.
Sides are painted.