Beards, and the men who paint them.

I've always been in awe of beards.  I'm not really ashamed to admin that I've always been a bit jealous of those who can grow dense, long, bear-like beards simply because I wasn't equipped with the hardware to grow one myself.  I mean, I'm not jealous of the maintenance and upkeep, but I definitely hate the idea that I was born without the OPTION to grow one of my own.  Anyway, because I can't look in the mirror everyday and marvel at mine, I marvel at others mens majestical follicle fury. 

Needless to say, I find someone with one who I'm close to and doesn't mind to be painted... I ask.  Definitely not the first time and definitely wont be the last.  

I needed to practice some, and Rolf (my father-in-law) was kind enough to let me paint em!  It was just a study, but a study that was entirely overdue.  Although I began to focus on his beard, his flowing locks stole the show.  

Soon after the painting was done.  He cut his har.  I'm happy I was able to capture his full glory in this painting before he danced with the barber.