My husband has a tendency to forget his lunch. Sometimes he forgets to eat it, and sometimes he forgets to take it. This time, when I spotted his lunch container sitting forlornly on the bench (who knew Tupperware has feelings?), I decided to put it to better use than dividing it up between peckish chickens … More A tough week for sandwiches. Painters too.
Growing up, I went through my rebellious phase early. But by the time I was seven, I’d stopped ditching classes to ride other people’s bikes behind the school sheds. I was on the straight and narrow. Of course, some habits were hard to break. My biggest weakness was the thrill of lighting matches. When I found … More Perfect Match: Old habits die hard.
A while ago, I was painting a pair of pears and I stuffed up the colours pretty whole-heartedly. One of the areas that really had me stumped was a cast shadow along the left hand side of one of the pears. I couldn’t place the colour I was after. I honestly couldn’t see it for … More First-rate Finds: Pin-pointing Colours
When I was about fifteen, my family hosted a teacher from Japan as part of a student exchange program being run by my high school. As the youngest and most lowly member of the family, I was called upon to give up my bedroom for our honoured guest. The first morning after his arrival, Mr … More Dear Dairy… A story about smells and good manners.
In what is fast becoming a bad habit, I bought some items from the supermarket that I thought could make for some good still-life props. The only problem was the lack of space in my fridge and their relatively short shelf-life. So despite my best intentions to take a break from ‘proper paintings’ to work … More Twins – the blog post.
Soccer season started this term and for the first time ever, I was prepared with a big bag of oranges for half-time refreshments. Less than a week later, I took my boys to the supermarket and while I was having a brain fade, the helpful souls went and checked out another big bag of oranges. … More Three Bags Full: Speed painting with a citrus flavour.
Painting should, more realistically, be called ‘colour mixing’ – because eighty percent of my ‘painting’ time is spent mashing up colour combinations with my palette knife. It’s a heck of a job: The potential for botching things is almost as high as the potential for wasting copious amounts of paint. (The two often go hand in hand.) I prefer to over-estimate … More First-rate Finds: Freezing Oil Paint
