After long time, no paint, I laid a palette of acrylics, my arch enemy. But I had a bunch left from those academic classes that fret so over toxicity in oils, and a friend gifted me with a basic set, and what can I say, I am part Scottish, you know, and kind of wanted to use them up. This is my attempt to get them to work like oils. Not happening as well as I would like, but the effect is loose and kind of eschisse, or sketchy, ala Monet. In fact, I couldn't get oils to do THIS at all. Perhaps this is a good thing! It was fun, and probably is not done yet, but then, what ever is? If I'm vertical, nothing.
2 comments:
OOOHHHH! What a nice piece! Are you really as old as you say you are? I'm just wondering. When I tell people how old I am (I am not shy about that!), they always give me odd looks. I don't know what to make of that. Any clues?
Yes, I really am old, 66 and counting. And I am happy to say I don't feel it, or look it most of the time. It's just my genetics, I think. Lucky to be swimming in the deep end of the gene pool. Thanks for the comment, dear woman.
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