Ian's class today was a revelation. Had a ball painting a pair of old wooden shoe moulds, and an accompanying portly vase.
Who'd have thunk it? But I suppose that's the joy of the still life - it doesn't matter how banal the objects are, it's all about the character and interplay of them. This is the first painting I'll be spending two weeks on, so consider this a glimpse of the finished masterpiece. Chortle. I'm upping the opacity of my paint which is good, and have invested in a bad-boy palette so I can mix freely. Progress is slow, but I can feel it nonetheless. P.S. Everyone's getting with the credit-crunch lunch these days. No more soup of the day at bijou cafes - it's all about homemade, tinfoiled sandwiches and of course, thermas flasks...
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