Stolen day… thought Bob was arriving today but its tomorrow,
I’m ready for hanging the show on Monday, the invites are out and nothing I can
do now will make any difference.
Phew. So a days painting
Its been a while… was in Nice and its environs’ being helped
to an expo by old mate Molly, in company of Per Dahlberg; we will show
together with Keith someone whom I apparently know but haven’t met for 30 years.
Scheduled for May, 1st to 14th, in a village called
something like Callion in the chapel of the White Penitents’ which is lovely.
Going to be difficult to get the work there and possibly not worth the effort
but Molly thinks she can pull the yachting rich.
Camera broke whilst there. No images of anything, miss it.
Been close to finishing the Circe picture. While I was away
realized that the pinkness of her didn’t work so have knocked her back with
translucent terre rouge and raw umber. Better. Love these new Pebeo paints;
completely new experience as nothing is predictable when you mix them. Some
lovely, lovely muted poetic pastels arriving from surprising components. Changed the falcon so it looks less like a
grubby dove, changed Circe’s wiggy hair, changed her face. Faces such a
problem, she’s supposed to be beautiful but she persists in being pretty.
Worse, cute. Put grapes in her bowl – after all she mixed her herbs with wine.
And it then fits the theme for the Toques et Cloches next year as it wont be
dry for Monday, nor indeed will there be room for it in the Quillan space.
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