Does the Devil wear Prada?

Does the Devil Wear Prada?
Oil on canvas, 60 x 90cm
$400

I have finally bitten the bullet and picked up a paintbrush after more than 2 months of sheer exhaustion in preparation for my exhibition at Colour by Numbers in Tamworth. The opening night went off without a hitch and has put me on the small 'art scene' in Tamworth.

However, the work I have completed this afternoon encapsulates the hierarchy of women, the bitch, the 'nice' girl, the goddess, the woman that looks fabulous even when she has rolled out of bed in the morning, the girl that has effortless style, and that desirable aura that makes men (and women) fall at her feet. I am referring to this woman as Miranda Priestley, the character from The Devil Wears Prada, except a much younger, (more attractive) version. This women leaves the rest of us feeling like Andrea ( the junior P.A), plain, unfashionable, and invisible, even if you have spent 5 hours in the day getting ready to take on this woman. Regardless of what type of woman you are everyone has a Miranda Priestley in their life, whether it be a colleague, friend, or a part of your family (we ALL secretly know who I am talking about).

In this work I have tried to capture the moment when this woman enters the room. Perfectly positioned lips, long flowing hair, and that perfect pair of sunglasses, that hides just enough of her face for you to know that she is just as attractive without them on. This woman emerges from the darkness with this kind of glow, and strut that makes every ones head in the room turn.

I feel as if I have done this quite successfully, for about 6 hours work. Let me know what your thoughts are, and if she encapsulates the Miranda Priestley in your life.

J x