Heavenly Whispers

Well, as usual, no painting ever turns out the way I see it in my mind. This is a very poor photograph of this painting, however, in reality, the colors are much richer, and the hair much deeper toned... Ah well, what do you do with a digital camera?

I was born at 8:08 in the morning. Since I began a couple of years ago in my art career, I began seeing 808's everywhere. Uncanny things, that simply cant be made up. Cash register receipts, computer glitches, assigned account numbers... you name it and the 808's have been appearing. When my dad was alive he used to always tell me the story of how he received the telegram announcing that his baby daughter had been born at 8:08am. I wonder sometimes, if my dad is putting his approval on the fact that I am painting now. Or if I am being warned, or cheered on, or whatever. I will never know, except that when I began painting, it was as if I was born again. SO... this painting is just a little tribute to my 808s. I hope they stay with me forever...