A good project for those dark, dreary, frigid days of late winter! That fabric will be added to my pile of “don’t ever paint this again!” It was a crazy-maker for sure. The roses were silk; the green glass cups were from a yard sale and the little plates they were on I inherited from my mom. As I rummaged through the china cabinet for “happy colors” for this arrangement, I thought: who entertains like this anymore? I inherited my grandmother’s and mom’s dishes, lace tablecloths, silverware — yet I never use them. Just me and the cats. I guess using them in paintings is the thing to do.
This was a great opportunity to use some of the more bizarre colors in my collection. Baryte green figured prominently. And some colors just cannot be mixed, so most still life painters collect as many shades as possible. I learned that from the great Janet Fish, whom I was lucky enough to have studied with along the French Riviera some years back.
Last but not least — here is my dear, old cat Picasso, keeping me company as I paint:
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