Recently I wondered how I’d fare painting a still-life – without an actual still-life set up in front of me. I wasn’t going to do it completely blind; I’d paint from reference drawings I’d done of the key objects, but the composition would be plucked from my head. >> Read the full post on my … More How to make like a lemon and just roll with it : Painting from imagination.
For years, I’d barely glanced at this view. This week, I made up for it. … More How I came to notice Blackmans Bay
Fiona Verdouw’s Blog Post No. 48 – about oranges. … More A double dose of Vitamin See
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.
Today marks six months since I began my superbly ordinary experiment of Getting My Art Into Gear. Here’s some of what I’ve learned so far: It’s difficult to motivate yourself to paint a brilliant piece of art, but it’s brilliantly motivating to just choose to paint and see what comes of it. Rather than aiming for perfection, I aim for … More Practice makes Progress
Sometimes, what starts out as a good idea ends up being not so excellent after all. Such was the lesson I learned this week, when I raided my crockery cupboard and thought I’d go all hero on cups and saucers and over-sized soup mugs. Being particularly over-confident, I thought I’d be clever and use multiple shades of … More Seeing Red. And White and Blue.
Some call it ‘being thrifty’ or ‘economising’ or ‘stretching a dollar’. If you’re particularly good at disguising words, you could even term it ‘parsimonious’. Whatever you want to call being stingy, I call it a pain in the neck. Because when it comes to painting, I am. From my perspective, painting is not a cheap pastime … More I’m Too Tight to Name This Post
After My Monster Week last week, things just got a little out of control… Since I last blogged, I’ve had the dubious honour of seeing not one, but four of my home cooked meals re-presented to me after they were consumed. The last one was a gift to myself. (Really regretted the glass of red … More A Godzilla Week that Gave Me the Blues. or: Don’t Read This if you’re Squeamish
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