As we march together along this long, paint-stained road that leads inexorably to a huge canvas of a cross-eyed labrador. (Although. While I was buying my Value white spirit in Tesco -
I know - the woman on the till asked me if I was painting 'a wall or a picture', and then we had a long conversation about her grandmother who used to paint wonderful paintings but stopped when she got married in 1904. So there we go, you see, art/ craft: uniting women across generations. Get out there and be visible with your craft and remind everyone of their grannies.)
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Remember when you had to take your film in to be developed? No-one took pictures of coffee then |
Inspiration. This was on the coldest day so far this year. (Yes, that is instant coffee: if I drink real coffee I get overexcited). Look at the steam! Our house is always freezing. I think we have a ghost. In fact, actually I've heard him.
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The perspective is not, actually, all wrong, because it is an Interpretation |
Work in progress. I'm waiting for it to dry and then I'm going to do more detail and make the colours brighter (advice to aspiring artists: buy a shedload of Titanium White!).
3 comments:
Lovely! Next you could branch out to painting ceramics and create a personal collection of Orla Kiely knock-off mugs to round out your collection.
Love this! I find oils incredibly intimidating but sososo pretty. I hope you continue posting all of the paintings. And I'm especially looking forward to the cross eyed labrador. Hooks, tenters, on and such.
Thank you! :-). I must say, I am looking at plain white mugs thoughtfully (and must resist. Too many hobbies!).
I think I might do a sunset next. I believe them to be mostly straight lines.
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