Ever since I began painting, I’ve always mixed my own black, rather than buying it ready-mixed in a tube. My rationale was that by mixing my own, I could always be sure of how warm or cool my black is, and thus, how it translates into other colours I mix it with when creating shades. … More First-rate Finds: Understanding Pigments & Labelling in Paints
There’s a lot I really like about this painting. It was always going to win my heart just by virtue of the subject matter, but there are a number of lessons I learned while painting this that will help me as I move forward. So I owe this ducky a small debt of gratitude. Lesson … More Thanks, Rubber Ducky.
At the end of my last paint session, my palette looked like a rainbow unicorn had vomited a lolly shop over it. Either that, or I just hadn’t used much black (but who’s going to believe that?) It was all very bubblegum flavoured. The back-story to all this is as follows: I’d spent literally hours trying to … More Painting like a unicorn in a lolly* shop
There are times when I think about my choice to pursue painting more fully and I wonder if it’s not just a little nutty. Can I justify the hours spent mixing pats of colour together and pushing them about on a canvas? What is the point of painting panel after panel of ordinary random objects? … More Sleep deprived, with White-line fever
July means school holidays and birthdays in my household. Which, by default, means taking bite-sized snatches of painting time between not such bite-sized pieces of cake. To offset the parental guilt of knowingly placing children into sugar-comas, I like to ensure there is the healthy option of cut-up fruit and plain (okay, lightly salted) popcorn readily … More Party’s over, folks.
I don’t know if it was the roses or perhaps how time-poor I’ve been, but this week I felt paint-shy. I figure that’s bound to happen from time to time, so rather than pushing too hard against it, I did some drawing instead. This is actually something I’d like to be doing everyday, because the … More Squashed for time, but sticking to it.
Who can say what came over me this week? One moment, I’m raiding my recycling bin for more ordinary objects to exploit, the next I’m channeling my nana’s 1950’s upholstery. I really don’t know know what to say about this one… I keep looking at it in utter confusion. It’s just so far from what … More Well. This is unexpected.