Every time he plays a high note, his forehead crinkles and his eyes close, and he is so lost in the melody that no force could separate him from it. The stage lights cast an intense glow that glistens on his skin as he sweats, and I marvel at the colors that play in his hair. The fact that he is completely unaware of his own beauty is what makes him all the more captivating.
Watercolor on 300 lb Arches coldpress paper.
Painted in Toulouse, France – December 2011