I made these paintings in the summer of 2008, after a favorite mentor suggested that they would get better after I made twenty or thirty of them. It was very liberating to go to Laurel Hill Cemetery every afternoon and paint the same subject. Rather than getting tired of this statue, I found out more and more about why I find it compelling, and how to communicate this to a viewer.
I love this angel because of her contradictions: she is made of stone but taking off to fly, impermanent but immortal. She is vulnerable with her broken arm, but still about to soar into the sky.