My friend Naomi has shown up in more of my paintings than any other single person. She modeled for me back in the San Francisco days, when I used to paint on cardboard. I may have been a total amateur then, but I know a muse when I've got one: She has one of those faces that wants to be painted.
She's also a dancer, so she radiates this fierce confidence, even when she's doing nothing more than gazing off into the distance.
If anyone can rock a mohawk, it's her.
I worked from a photo for this piece, like most of my other portraits, but wanted to break out of my literal color rendering and do something bold. She deserves it.