Calling this one “done”! I could probably peck away on it for months, but after about a week I’m sick of it.
Sometimes the start of a painting looks so pitiful I hesitate showing it. Here’s how it looked at the end of the first day:
The Pandemic rages on and I’m grateful to have paintings to work on. Difficult as they may be, they’re far more interesting than housework. The wire basket of grapes was a challenge! And that garish scarf on the left became even more difficult to do because midway through painting it, one of my cats decided to rearrange things. Yes, I’d never want to wear that scarf, but it’s fascinating enough to paint again!
Ah, the lighting challenges! Geraniums line the windowsills all winter long, growing better than they ever do outside, in the summer. They climb to enormous heights, blocking what little sunlight appears. Most days are dark and dreary, then there will be a shocking blast of glaring sun. So I always have to guess at how things would look. Here’s a photo of the setup I snapped the other day:
Now you can see why I grow weary of looking at a painting after about a week!