I dropped this wet painting face down on the floor a few minutes ago. I will take that as a sign to move on to different subject matter. Some new ideas for bottles have been rocking around inside my head, but I'll come back to them later.
Only a week left to go in this challenge. At this point, I've noticed only positive changes in my attitude.
Also contributing to my positive attitude is our recent association with the Alla Prima Portland art group ( Alla Prima Portland ). We went to the Thursday morning meeting today. I just sat there, like a sponge, surrounded by these incredibly talented, generous artists, soaking up their experience and advice - lucky me!
To my FACEBOOK group: I've been knocked off of the FB account for "security reasons." My dinosaur cell phone won't accept text messages from FB so they say they are unable to verify my identity. Anyway, I will miss you guys & hope you're all able to finish the challenge.
Oil with Palette Knife - 6 X 6 - Sold
Well, the challenge is winding down. Think I'll be doing a few more wine bottles.
I have a small stash left over from the holidays, and may head out to wine country to pick up a few more bottles - for reference material, that is.
Ah, the Brownie Hawkeye camera - made in America with that "sturdy molded body; handsome modern styling." Most families in my generation had one. I promised my mom I would keep the camera, flash attachment, and yes, even the box. I'm glad I did.
The camera actually took some pretty nice photos and has definitely left us with sweet, happy memories.
This is my older brother, Cowboy Bob.
Is that a real TV? I swear I don't remember that.
The infamous basement birthday party. That's me, the short blondie next to Cowboy Bob. The quality of this photo isn't that great, but I don't think it was the fault of the camera.
You'd be smiling, too, if your parents let you eat all that candy at one sitting. I think the bottle of beer on the table had something to do with it.
This is me with my brother now. I think the Brownie took funnier pictures.
Animals rule in Portland. I've never seen so many dogs (even in Home Depot), cats, fish, birds, ... Believe it or not, Portland city dwellers are even allowed to keep 3 chickens (hens) in their backyards. I have a dog, but no chickens.
The pig (or hog) sculptures actually exist in a NW Portland neighborhood called the Alphabet District. The trio hangs out on the street and sneers at passersby. They usually elicit smiles from adults and occasional screams from toddlers.
I was looking for something mindless, or tasteless, to paint today and I think I found it. I abandoned the painting a little early (I'm bracing for the lecture on values from my artist husband). Tomorrow's challenge piece will be started this afternoon so I can goof off with my buddy Elizabeth tomorrow.
We were sitting around watching a '60's movie last night when the idea for this painting popped up on the screen.
I got up early this morning intending to paint, but wound up with our favorite Thursday morning breakfast group of artists - Alla Prima Portland ( Alla Prima Portland ). In this group, there's no discussion about what anyone did over the weekend unless its regarding art.
Members of the group instruct, encourage and support each other. We also "show and tell" - I mean review each other's work.
The level of skill of these experienced artists is really impressive. Not only do I get to stuff my face with a delicious breakfast, but I benefit greatly from their knowledge and generosity.