DRAWING OUR EYE INWARD
It’s easy to allow illustrator Tracy Lewis‘ portraits to fool you at first glance. They’re everything a classic should be- soft, focused and steeped in romance, beauty on beauty and topped with bouquets. The one thing that interrupts our initial response of polite pleasure, though, is in the eyes; something ravaged and hollow and at the same time full of intent. Just like that, what has to be said is said, and we can still pack our little hearts with the pinks and powder blues, but we are rendered helpless against the emotional narrative underlining each face and each piece. After all, that’s what makes it count.