Thursday, June 25, 2015

Messing About

Isn't there a line in The Wind in the Willows about nothing's being half so much worth doing as messing about in boats?

… or is it messing about in paints?

I messed about yesterday. Without a care in the world. Three reference photos of pears on my laptop. Ideas in my head. Brush in my hand. Paints on my palette. Summer air dancing through the open window. Sunshine lighting the room.

If I hadn't jumped into doing a painting a day I would never have experimented nor played nor messed so freely, if at all.

I think I would never have started this painting—this painting which looks nothing like what I had in mind when I started.

I would have missed the fun of messing about with pear juice dripping down my chin.

Good Morning!
6x6", acrylic on gessobord
still life

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