It was a bit ambitious to think I could race home on Friday night and do a painting before it got dark. I must have looked like a bit of a turkey sprinting down the street at dusk, with my easel and gear in my arms, looking about frantically for something to paint.
I chose a subject and without time to set anything up, was holding the canvas in my hand while I painted. All the colours on the palate looked black, so I had no real idea what I was doing. I got in about 15 minutes of painting before it was completely dark, and I wandered home disappointed. I got inside, where I saw my painting for the first time. Eeek. Not a pretty sight.
Expect no photo of this monstrosity.
1 comment:
:). I did wonder how you were going to pull that off ... but hey, ten points for trying. The world has to be a better place for people trying to squeeze in painting.
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