Tuesday, January 20, 2009
oil on canvas
I haunt bookstores. Back in the day, I would travel to a different one every lunch hour if time permitted. Even now, whenever I get the buggy, I'm off to Barnes and Noble or Borders. So many purchases to make and so little time. Suffice it to say, if I had a nickle for every book I own, I could feast on stone crab legs throughout the season, instead of just once. I love the way they feel in my hands (the books, not the crabs), the way they smell, the fonts used for copy. Next to himself, Devlin the Wonder Dog and a huge bowl of colossal pistachio nuts, books are among my favorite things. Definitely in my top ten.
I bought this mug when I started doing pet portraits for a living. It had something to do with keeping a schedule I think. It also made me feel like a professional for some reason. When I did the "hold" test with this puppy, I was hooked. There have been other "special" mugs and cups since, but only one that feels like this.
I used the brush more freely since viewing the Jeff Hein DVD. I felt insecurity begin to stir when I broke out the brushes this AM. I put the DVD on and dove right in. Impatient as usual, this could have used a few layers, but I'm pleased. Still, I need to cultivate some courage when I paint. Fearless. I need to be fearless. What's the worst that can happen? Really?