Can’t wait to start painting
After preparing my palette and getting a cup of tea, I was met by cheery sunlight when I reentered the studio. The morning had been gray and gloomy, so the…
After preparing my palette and getting a cup of tea, I was met by cheery sunlight when I reentered the studio. The morning had been gray and gloomy, so the…
I placed a paint order on RGH’s website, and the agile boys at RGH promptly shipped two 250 ml jars of Paynes gray to me. Unfortunately, I’d ordered two 250 ml…
While it’s true that I didn’t learn anything about painting at art school, it isn’t true that I didn’t learn anything at all. I learned a lot about printmaking, and…
So you’ve embraced the two related studio aphorisms I discussed in this recent post: fat over lean, and make the lights thick but keep the darks thin. In practical terms…
No, I haven’t lifted my boycott against Old Holland. But a comment on this related post sent me looking at my dwindling stock of Old Holland supplies–things I bought pre-boycott.…
I’m an idiot, but you already knew that. After writing about discovering Frederick Gaertner in this post, I belatedly realized I had seen–on numerous occasions, no less–one of his paintings at…
For us winter really starts when Lake Erie freezes. The snow-covered expanse beyond my backyard is the lake. Yesterday, believe it or not, there was no snow or ice out…
I listened to songs by PJ Harvey during this morning’s painting session (actually drawing session). Her songs are filled with the kind of poetry that tears you up–just what I…